Dreamform - A Poem

I stand alone
Waiting
In the Center
breathless
pure passion
unrestrained
heightened senses
reaching
Only to be
tortured
again, again

Soul bleeding fire,
ablaze
tears flow unchained,
raining
pain triumphant
searing
dreams withering
to dust,
precious time
ticking
away, away . . .

I stand enraged,
Fighting
torn, bloody flesh
screaming,
from angry blows,
my enemies fall.
Victorious,
shaking,
I find myself
empty
praying for my
release . . . release

This poem was written during a time of personal loss and pain, which, for artists and writers alike, can be a time of cathartic inspiration. Such was the case with this work. - the Author

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