If Nightmares Could Speak

A sunken ship in the ocean of dreams.

A harrowed lamb jumping on trees.

One morsel and many mouths to feed.

Everything is there yet nothing is complete.

Rage and revenge sit within enjoying a feast.

Every nightmare is on a loop and on repeat.

This gets darker, the deeper you steep.

The bridge is burnt and ablaze are the trees.

For every end, awaits a beginning unique.

Hope is not what one truly seeks.

Search isn’t for the truth, it is for peace.

The plight of night comes but forgets to bring sleep

The mind preps for the subconscious leap,

but dreams die in wait as slowly a nightmare creeps.

 

 

 

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