WAKING FROM A TRAPPED DREAM



Hello, as the nausea sets in.  The remains of my sleepless night lingering in the air.  My dream broken as my agitated presence even makes me angry.  Wondering, why am I here?  Darkness has not yet lifted, silence and slowness fumble in the surrounds.  Where have all my dreams gone?  Straightening, slicing through the air, where is the vision I once saw so clearly, is it trapped in the night?

RUNNING LATE

Sometimes things are built to fall.
Sometimes things are given voice to sing.
Sometimes things have hands to make.
Sometimes things are blessed with spirits to dream.
Sometimes things love, feel, desire, care.
Sometimes things were given darkness fueling hate anger and fear.

Can spirits be caught amongst this existence, maybe the destiny can drag us in, clutching and smothering the spirit???