Light is supposed to be a good thing, but
it illuminates my flaws and makes me all
too aware of my mortality as I hold my
hand before my face and it glows, blood
red, veinous, pulsating with each rapid surge of my beating heart
Behind the light I hear voices, just
beyond, whispering a tune that just escapes
my hearing, jeering me with almost remembered
lost memories hanging on the edges of my
consciousness
but I'm haunted by an unsaid certainty that reminds
me certainly they were forgotten for a reason
But there is no rhyme or reason, up or down
My thoughts are solid and my body a
little less so, flowing like a finely
aged Brandy poured into an old bachelor's tumbler
And I wonder
And I realized it's all in my head
Another dream
And as I awake to another light peaking from the east,
I still wonder, throwing back my curtains to bathe
myself in the warmth and purity of light
~ LondonFoundGirl
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