Sitting released in remorse, what should I do
losing so much, the demon rests, sleeping
and dreaming takes to much time, only hurt
is what collides in my impending flow ...

Where has the time gone, were you really real?
that should be the question that ripples my mind
my voice regresses of what the sound should be
that keeps echoing through the walls,
as he walks out the door ....

I lay perplexed in this storm of raging sadness
that overwhelms me, tears come of a deluge
of a wasted time, salty in taste and bitter
on the tongue, there's no sweetness left to behold ...

I walk around in the daze, looking maybe just one more
time, you might be there, the darkness has set in, blackness,
with no heaven in sight. only the painful gilded happens
of a love that is lost, no special treatment, no more "I love you,
baby" no more sweet love  ....

The goblins curse, our dream resides lost in my mind
erasing all mémoires that might have been kind, in an
unmindful sleep, of an incubus if you will, rogue with
a ripping heart, that is torn apart ....

Seizing the words that hold the heart in check, the tears
rain, as a banshee screams, and vanishes me from my
ambition, evil is the demons of past seeds, your words
ring, oh so true, as you abandon our life, dreams,
hopes, and it seems, never to end,,

Our dream is cursed What did you say?

Debbie Brooks 2014