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Eyes closed, sleeping. Searching seeking. Escape reality To see what is to be. Pain, destruction, all to come. A mother's touch, a gentle humming, Around the consciousness is thrumming Answers, prayers, just out of reach Peace, treaties, they beseech. The lone black wolf stands, head turned away It might just stand, or attack it may. A single white dove alights on the ground, Dry leaves scatter, but yet there's no sound A kindred spirit, palm out stretched, To help a man whom he detests. Stone cold eyes hold no surprise He's resigned himself to his own demise. A familiar face, A familiar place, The lights come on, blood, all over the place. A soft warm smile as he comes near, He wipes away a single tear. He takes your hand, to place a knife One to take your very own life. You plead for him to love and stay. He slowly turns and walks away. The floor boards creak under foot, The lights flicker, flicker, then go out. Through the darkness, a single cry The sound of one not afraid to die. A white wolf sits with unblinking stare Is it a welcome? Or simply a dare? Hand reached out, you attempt to draw near. The white wolf sits, it can smell your fear. A pitch black crow pecks at the skull, The eye sockets lifeless, the toothy smile dull. A raven lands above his bed, Gold tipped black feather drifts down to his head. His eyes fly open, no sound, scream or shout The sun comes up and the dream winks out.
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
Quest Of a Dream Seer
Eyes closed, sleeping. Searching seeking. Escape reality To see what is to be. Pain, destruction, all to come. A mother's touch, a gentle humming, Around the consciousness is thrumming Answers, prayers, just out of reach Peace, treaties, they beseech. The lone black wolf stands, head turned away It might just stand, or attack it may. A single white dove alights on the ground, Dry leaves scatter, but yet there's no sound A kindred spirit, palm out stretched, To help a man whom he detests. Stone cold eyes hold no surprise He's resigned himself to his own demise. A familiar face, A familiar place, The lights come on, blood, all over the place. A soft warm smile as he comes near, He wipes away a single tear. He takes your hand, to place a knife One to take your very own life. You plead for him to love and stay. He slowly turns and walks away. The floor boards creak under foot, The lights flicker, flicker, then go out. Through the darkness, a single cry The sound of one not afraid to die. A white wolf sits with unblinking stare Is it a welcome? Or simply a dare? Hand reached out, you attempt to draw near. The white wolf sits, it can smell your fear. A pitch black crow pecks at the skull, The eye sockets lifeless, the toothy smile dull. A raven lands above his bed, Gold tipped black feather drifts down to his head. His eyes fly open, no sound, scream or shout The sun comes up and the dream winks out.
This poem is a strange collection of symbols that has been written in the form a dream. I wrote it in a way that it is open for interpretation and meaning can be imposed on it in various ways by those that read it
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WildLander
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
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