"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream" --Edgar Allan Poe
►◄ The thread was cut Eyes shut Falling into an illusion Missed the rising of the sun : Sickness over take me, distortion turns into infrared Thoughts tumbling in my head Overwhelmed, tired, dry The body is empty, hunger snatches a cry : Annoyance comes to visit As time flies by with each minute Sleep overtakes once more Limbs stale and sore : Pills tumble down the throat Death comes and gloats Shaken hands begins to write As the pen bleeds in fright : Camouflaged by inspiration The ink spills crimson confusion Sickness now tamed by medications control The false smile plays its role : While the mind reflects Yesterday’s dream begins to connect : Another page turns in my life Another day with new strife’s Another war fought More happiness and peace sought : I am awake and alive Somehow I managed to once again… survive ►◄