I’m lost
All alone
In the forest
Of my dreams,
Where nightmares dance
Upon cruel winds,
Whispering their
secrets
Into the night.
The night is cold,
Yet still I walk
Through the darkness
Of stark memories
As they dance
Upon stormy seas,
Taunting me,
Tempting me
Into the darkness
Of barren dreams.
Lynn, I seem to relate to this very much this morning, darkly written, so good to read you again :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Beth. It's good to be back again!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed! :-)