Sweet Nightmares

Wayward Dreamer
Velvet darkness
fed careless whispers.
Silence, feathery harshness
loosely cradles.
Angel wings
tattered, torn.
Chill held at bay
by a blanket of innocence.

Strands of life,
woven beautifully,
fray with every breath.

'What next?'
asked only in dreams
or as One once said
'sweet nightmares'.

Vastness of simplicity
trades place this night
with simple confusion.
Want, need - once clear
fades to graying blurs.
Strength has become
the ultimate weakness,
leaving another soul to beg

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