If I could dream once again
I'd escape the torture of the black night,
Depart from the rage of the day
Whose vision is to maul my soul
until I believe in no one.
And when I feel the bad end coming,
I scream.
I scream the words,
That were once whispers from my heart.
Some days, they grow louder
Some days, they subside
Some days, they shake me to my core.
I know,
It will never leave my side.
Until I find a weapon to vanquish it,
They will forever stay here,
Quick to pounce in,
Quick to kill if I'm weak.
Quick to extinguish my heart if I wish it.
Although, Cruel as it is, I let it help me.
I taunt it to chase me.
Let it try,
And it will
Chase me to the ends of the Earth.
This is my only way
To make me scamper to the place
Where I could dream once again.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
