Between the Lines
Inside A Nightmare
A while ago I was asked by one
Did I dream, and if so, was it coloured.
My answer to him, was my dream flow had stopped.
Lost in memory, my life became duller.
The clouds had escaped their jailor in skies,
Surrounding my days with their shadows.
As fear took it's hold, the nightmares began,
And continued to keep me in tow.
Couldn't rise in the morning, couldn't dream in the night,
Each day was a mare-ish find.
This one who was asking, a treasure to hold.
He has given me comfort and shine.
"can a sun shine always
inside a poet's nightmare" from carolinadreams
*sorry that I am writing so much today, but I think I have the flu and every 3 hrs, I awake and don't know what to do with myself...so I read here and get inspired.