Wake To A Nightmare

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#7 of Personal

Poetry that I wrote with my gut feeling. I liked the first line I wrote in Warm Up 17 so I decided to make a full fledged poem out of it.

Thanks for reading.


Wake To A Nightmare

"There was a whisper gone, the flame finally snuffed out."

"Again I repeat this notion, endless tears falling onto a drought."

"Noises become white, sweet poison becomes sour."

"This nightmare is ending, I wake upon the seventh hour."

"Promises mean naught for without action have no heart."

"Is it cruel to speak against which I feel not after we part?"

"Yes, I am inclined to say. Yet existence is all I seek."

"But I shan't be looked upon while flawed, while weak."

"Unchaining these burdens, deeper breaths follow."

"My own being restored from something once hollow."

"I will fulfill a promise to myself, while the Other pays no heed."

"A return to a vindicated past, a new touch on a somber creed:"

"Strength through hope, weakness from the truth."

"An erratic heart that only growth shall soothe."

"Regardless of the number, the convention, the lone."

"I kneel to my position, that of which is set in stone."

"Only deep breaths now, a rehearsal before what is shown."

"Oh one's adventure into reality and its horrific unknown."

"The ambrosia, a taste of what could never be."

"For even now, this poem the Other does not see."

"Gone is the sweet taste, followed by reality's crash."

"For something so cherished, merely gone in a dash."

"Now to confront the mirror that could not be passed."

"In doing so, I see myself, to which I will break this past."

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