The fangs of the dream sink deep within me.
My nightmares refuse to release their hold.
I’m drowning in fears I’m failing to flee.
Despite my struggles, I’m still pulled below.
How many times will I wake up screaming?
A good night’s rest seems so far out of reach.
Visions relentless… Persistent… Frightening…
I’m tired of trembling. Now answers I seek.
Cease the struggles against the swift currents.
Soothe the rough waters of turbulent thoughts.
Reflect the abstract. From chaos make sense.
Solve the riddles, and untangle vague knots.
Dreams speak a language difficult to grasp.
Seek a translation only you can clasp.
Author’s Note: An original poem posted here first. I’ve spent the better part of this week writing this sonnet. The photograph above was taken by Scott Lidell over at MorgueFile.com.
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