Drowning in Dreams

October 19, 2007 § Leave a comment

Devil drops the rain
Into my sixth glass
Swallowed in a mass
With fear of pain-

Where do all desires go?
Lovers, tickets-of-leave
To the pits, I grieve.
I do not know.

I retreat
The grave by the glass tower-
Last vision, bitter-sour
Where is sweet…

Paints the seascape-
My mind is self-rule.
How pretty my soul
Which ceases to escape?

Is there good in bye?
Blood in streams-
The power of dreams,
Who can deny?

 

© Sonya Rose

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