Enter the chilly no-man’s land of doubt.
A world unknown to the conscious,
A place where you should feel nothing on your conscience,
A realm of the mystical,
Of sulfurous dreamscapes and obscure lunar conundrums,
A place where our thoughts turn to reality,
A place where our questions create their own answers.
Enter the dead, for no living people exist there.
A realm between heaven and hell,
A domain where there is neither good nor bad,
Constant neutrality created by us.
Powered by imagination,
By our thoughts of the day,
This world is made by us.
A world of silence,
Nothing bleeds through,
Save the voices of those trying to wake us.
There is a guide through this endless world,
Our very own brain,
Leading us into this maze of vision.
We all share this state,
We all view our dreams differently,
We live in our dreams.
When awoken,
Memories are present,
Memories so very vivid.
A lucid dream,
Controlling the grey,
Our dreams do matter.
A dream is recurring,
We have all had these,
Such simple repetition.
A blinding light,
And everything is interrupted,
We are yanked from our world.
****** into a harsh reality,
Where we control nothing,
We long to dream again.
Sitting in office chairs,
Slipping into our thoughts,
Eternal longing to dream.

A re-write of a poem by John O’Donohue
When we are confined,
Within the house of shadow,
Our fears run rampant.
A dog, a wolf.
A corn snake, a python.
A hand… a killer.
The darkness enhances our fear:
It is natural,
But unknown.
The gloom of the dark forest within our brain,
Animals of shadow phase through existence,
The shadows twist all.
Within the blinding darkness,
Our true fears lie,
Amplified tenfold by us.
The brain is the root,
Synapses firing off like gunfire,
The mind is our dark playground.
All thoughts polluted,
A spill of toxic dreams,
Corrupt our conscious mind.
A shaky mind,
Made unstable by thoughts of heresy and fear,
Spiraling out of control.

Darkness confines us mentally,
Forcing thoughts of petty things,
Darkness is denial.
Within this house of shadow,
Our fear is reality,
A mirror of our world.
Within this house of shadow,
The opposites exist,
A mirror of our subconscious.
Within this house of shadow,
Revelations occur:
As often as there is darkness.
Within this house of shadow,
We discover our true selves,
Despite the cost,
We know, we know, we know,
We know it’s worth it.