Poets : Spencer_Paron / Moonshine Noire
theme : dreams
Nightmares of a Soulless Parent
It's spilled,
Messy mind ink,
Chancing different thoughts,
Or does it wish to speak;
Draw me an impressionistic image,
Tell me a surreal story,
Or simply transport me,
To a fantastical whimsy world?
For I chanced to see-
No, feel;
A power taking hold,
A strange intension then hidden,
It beckoned me forward,
I stumbled through ghost-grey mist,
Enhanced vision, mysticism,
Halting when it did.
Where was my mind,
What was that thought?
A place, cold I did find,
Where stood the ones I knew and taught,
My much loathed offspring,
Frigid and unfeeling, ignoring their father's agony,
No love ever was lost between us,
Hastily stored in the chaotic pits of my blackened heart.
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