my dreams are suffering and sorrow

my dreams are suffering and sorrow,

struggle and pain,

heartache and helplessness,

empty cauldrons;

just on the edge of madness;

waking in the middle of the night,

wasted and worn,

a burned out shell,

remembering a life

that never began,

living a death for which

there is no end,

surrounded by faceless names

without hope;

my dreams are suffering and sorrow;

broken,

all typed out,

upside down,

inside out,

slapped silly,

smacked senseless,

washed up and

left for dead,

stick a fork in it

broken;

when you’re in love,

they are in every face,

every smile

every word;

some things are better

left unsaid.

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