Familiar Faces Haunt my dreams turning out the light has become a curse Dying soul silently screams Cringing eyes expect the worst with every passing second my heart skips a beat the difference between reality and illusion is unclear my sane mind is out of reach these Familiar Faces Feed off my fear sometime before morning they flee Deafening storms in my pass held in Tears become as the sea and Sanity finds its way back to me
'..held in tears become as the sea' I know the feeling all too well. Emotional Scorpio here! Nice work, KJ.
"the difference between reality and illusion is unclear" sadly enough i know exactly what you mean...i'm some what lost right now
Very poignant. This is a poem that speaks so much on the personal level, yet the feelings I am sure are universal.
Ah, but do you not realize that it is your fear of the dark night, this empty soul which has been filled to the brim with the mists of memory, that stays thy hand from pulling the lever that releases the flood and washes you anew to renew the vigour that would flow through your blood? You have Strength of Will, Virtue and Skill, so apply thy Force to the Source without Remorse. You, my dear, are more than an image. Rejoice! eMBeMLaHV!
