Stranded in the land of lost dreams, I find myself amidst failed hopes, discarded promises, darkness and light. Myriad small droplets contain the broken, half-finished and littered remnants of a million nightly journeys. They lie, dark, pearlescent and unending; luring like ripened fruit. I lift up a droplet and gaze into someone else’s dreamscape, before lifting another and then another. Countless dark teardrops of other realities drip past my eyes, yet none give me the answers I seek.
Who has done this?
Why is this place familiar?
How am I here?
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Love's Bitter Flow
PoetryA collection of verse, including a poem which is also a Drabble (100 words) with Mythic Greek influence, and followed by humour, horror and fantasy in varying doses as my entry for the 2012 Atty Awards
