The
box that held your dreams lay open
A void
in the future you cannot hope to realise
Empty
is the solitude that sparkles in your eyes
The
path you hoped to take is now blocked
Sweet
whispering torments a shallow soul
Voices
calling out for long-lost freedom
Shackled
by your dreams they are not heard
Tortured
by the bitter heart you follow
As
moonlight dances on the darkened pool
The
burden that you carry pulls you under
Reflecting
on the innocence of fantasy
You
sit in quiet contemplation of the past
Staring
at the future as your present passes
Fate
swings its fearful axe upon your destiny
Shackled
to your dreams you've lost the way
Lost
in the chaotic carnage of your dreams
The
path that you must follow opens wide
Reaching
out its sympathetic tendrils
The
wanderlust of romance now forsaken
You
step inside the realm of poisoned souls
At
once alive but dead in all but being
No
more the fool that's painted gaudy bright
Cloaked
in darkness now you stalk the night
Your
nightmares demon comes to sweet fruition
©
Fergus Martin
July 2014
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