anatomy of a dream

my dreams
they are rekindled nightmares
of my most negative bits of life
they move like thick syrup along a cold plate
drawn out slowly with no resolution in sight
bringing me to the edge of madness
and then
I am awakened with a thud 
as if I have fallen from the sky 

perhaps a mechanism
or some caring soul slapping me into consciousness
to save me from the real dark stuff

I've experienced the other side in many ways
during my awakened state
I've been touched
attacked
threatened
I have also heard the gentle voices of distant souls 
allowing me a moment of connection  
I am not quite sure how dreams are intertwined
but I am quite sure that they are

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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