Cowering away From the ghost of a lover, Haunting me in dreams, Haunting me in the daylight, Longing for exorcism.
Month: November 2020
Dream Wakas – 14
My pathetic shape, Hunched, like failure, avoiding Eye contact, hiding In slime pits of malcontent Obscuring the scars of life.
Dream Wakas – 13
Before me is a mirror, but I cannot see My own reflection. The only thing I can see Is the Devil in the mist.
Dream Wakas – 12
A solitary Squat ball of elastic bands, Lines tight in orbit With tension wrapped in layers, Colours crossing to the core.
Dream Wakas – 11
A chasing wolf pack Hunting across midnight moors, Wild and weary, Noses leading to my scent, Awaiting, expecting, devouring.
Dream Wakas – 10
A hollow in the crowd, A bubble of purity, Singular, within, Burning only, one in flames Licking around the believer.
Dream Wakas – 9
Still falling from pages A waterfall of verbiage. The description runs, Pooling in paragraphs Draining away the poesy.
Dream Wakas – 8
Enter daydreamer, Blindfolded, shackled and lost, Rebounding from one Half-formed, bloated grotesque to Another, without a sense.
Dream Wakas – 7
Still light arises, Hauling a mirage of day To provoke delight And stoke the ashes of the Crumbled husks of night terrors.
Dream Waka – 6
My pitiful room, Discontent with a feeble Lacerated curtain Resigned to a flat, listless Impediment of light and sleep.