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Sunday, 8 June 2014

Dream Softly

Slipping through the crevices,
they creep,
twisting at the purity of thought
Hiding in the darkness,
they fester,
stabbing at the gentleness of heart.
Deep within your chambers,
they sleep,
waking only at the stirring of the mind.
Spreading roots of chaos,
bitter virus,
infecting harmony's illusion they poison.
Wallowing in their glory,
they strike,
ripping out the dreams of hope like cancer.
Deep within the shadows,
of your soul,
those thoughts you bury deep until they rise.
Guardians of your nightmares,
long departed,
unprotected dreams distorted lose the battle.

© Fergus Martin

Jun 2014