Scary night
Missing light
Blurry sight
Hold tight

An intimidating nightmare
Was it always there
Afraid of the shadow
One might follow

In my dream I wrote a poem like this
I can't recite it fully
But I wrote this in its essence
The one time I can find peace
Escape from the world
Yet my sadness
Leaks into my unsuspecting mind
My dreams aren’t dreams
Just glorified nightmares
--------------------------------
I used to find beauty in difference
But now I only see you
The same you
In everyone
In every labored breath
Of every man and woman
I see your lips,
Your comforting smile
Never felt like the rest
I used to appreciate
How everyone had their distinct features
Their own unique radiance
But the lights are getting dimmer
And yours only seems to glow brighter
I’m staring into the sun
I try to love someone else
But your always there
Shining in the peripheral
I used to be able to see growth in the change
But still, I sit everyday
Mourning your illusory loss
I used to be able to find meaning in the chaos
But now, it’s just chaos
Maybe someday
Someone will show me
The meaning
I've searched for
For so long
I used to understand
I didn't need to question
Why things happened to me
I used to

Out of my nightmare,

I wake up in the anxious --


dream that is the world.

I stumbled upon it—
this ruin, veiled in ivy,
its ribs of stone strangled
by nature’s lace.

A withered door hangs
on one iron thread—
the last breath of smiths
dressed in oxide.

Fractured silence beckons
childish will to explore.
Danger wrapped in lichen,
blight decays the frame.

Dense fog dulls the raven’s
black wings—set the tone.
Moss-laden windows,
sinew stripped from bone.

To be continued....

By Darren Wall

sisyphus wished someone stopped him. delicate hands that held hard or hardened hands that held softly. stopping him - but that’s nightmare to him. so he wakes when the night strips naked and pushes the rock up again. he then races down hoping this time he is trampled, that his eternal love ends him.

he doesn’t make it before the rock.
again.

maybe next time,
i go down under you
**** me head first
with all of yourself
i will die into you

Lyin’ on the bed,
dreamin’ of nightmares I’ve never met.
A glittering show of blood,
a scene that surely won’t be done.

Tick-Tackin’ is the clock,
I just don’t care about those eerie sounds beyond the lock,
whispers full of black,
like someone is trying to enchant a cat.

Earin’ knock-knocks on the door,
Death itself is down the hall,
it’s close enough to make me scared,
but far enough I barely care.

Sparkin’ is the future,
even if I already see some ugly failures.
I’m afraid, but I don’t hide,
so why should I even think that despair that’s no longer mine?

From the depth of my cage
I saw you pretending to be
Not my keeper
Releasing me, only to chase me
Into my own nightmare
Of charred souls
Standing helpless
As I watched the ash blow away