Divine Poetry – Day 8- Aubade

What do I leave in dreams? 3 of Swords

Light has no place here,
In this moment there is only me
And my nightmares, so fresh the taste
Of the comedy staring what I hold dear.
I’m lost and my demons see.
In my dreams I am faced
With every mistake, misstep, misword
That feels too real to be called absurd.

And it terrifies me, true anxiety,
To be so spurned by the magic of that world.
To step inside only to be thrown aside,
Denied enterance into the blissful society
Encased in the secret of the mind, I am curled
Into myself, thinking while I stare outside-
At the ceiling, so white and plain.
I realize that I love them with a pain.


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