Sunday, November 29, 2015

The End of the Dreams (poem)

I used to see your face
every time I shut my eyes.
Like an unending nightmare,
you haunted me day and night.
I yearned for release,
for the peace of oblivion.

Then, in a dream, we walked together
through a small Italian town on the sea.
The wind kicked up your dark locks
as we spoke.

But madness ran around with a gun,
frightening us and the locals.
He held us at gunpoint,
but we stood defiant.
The shots he fired still ring in my memory,
the shots that carried me to oblivion.

I awoke terrified and in pain,
the warmth of my blood covering my chest,
but I never saw you again.

-Zero

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