Dream Wakas – 15

Cowering away From the ghost of a lover, Haunting me in dreams, Haunting me in the daylight, Longing for exorcism.

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.