Shadow of a Dream

Tendrils of the mind,
Left gashes,
Deep and wide,
Till everything is tenderized meat:
Ripped,
And shod;
Torn asunder,
I.e. It's everything.

Whispers in the corner,
Hidden from the light,
An alcove of peace,
And introspection.
When all is shot:
Burnt and poisoned,
This one space,
Is freedom for all.

Left to machination,
If its own creation,
The dream goes unbidden,
Into the Twilight,
Where no light,
Longer exists.

Glances of the dream,
Leftovers,
From the Nightmares,
Fornicate with the sense of waking,
And only dissipate,
With the Moonrise,
Casting the Shadow,
Canting the Dream.

ISA