it was only yesterday, that began my dream. a dream that took my breath away, I just knew, I had to tell you, that the other day was so new, darling please tell me what to do, as soon as I picked up your heart, I can't believe thats its true, oh no, my dream my silent heart is crushed.
You tell me we are one, and then you turn your heart around, darling we who are loved, will never un-love...that crippling fear, that grips you by the throat that makes you know that the un-love was never there.
the sipped rain watches us, cry our silent hearts out, it watched us fall, even though we were so proud and tall, we slump into the storms raging around us.
sips of twisted darkness holds fast to the sinister that bares our souls into each others being, don't you know the love, that fell away, the love tore our hearts out? The sinister held on our lives, that never seems to die?
yes it was only yesterday, the wearing of seasons wore my life away, please just hold me one more time, in the deep dusky hollow of time. as my silent heart awaits my certain fate my dream that took my breath away.
Debbie Brooks 2014
Dreams of you that took my life away
A prose composition that, while not broken into verse lines, demonstrates other traits such as symbols, metaphors, and other figures of speech common to poetry. See Amy Lowell’s “Bath,” “Metals Metals” by Russell Edson, “Information” by David Ignatow, and Harryette Mullen’s .