Torn In Two: Consciously Unconscious
I lie awash in darkness, the weeping willows
Caressing cooling rivers. Torn in two I
Struggle amid my dreams, to sever the salted
Roots of earthy scents. Curled in pillowed
Sheets I hear cold tones of heartache, echoing
In the hallways. Yearning in howling thoughts,
Gripping blackened bark dampened by my
Frozen fingertips.
I hear the call of laughter in a child's mellow
Song, as my eyes mourn in silence. Restless
In once peaceful slumber, I leave my
Dreaming of flourishing flowers behind,
Hoping to see amber lamp light coming
Home. In coldness I search for the familiar
Boldness of unminding homely chaos; a
Symphony.
Wailing against my prison of the night,
To finally breathe at a welcome buckling
Of my binds; breaking forth into life once
More, her cacophony greeting me. Low
Leaden limbs sinking into my unshackled
Form - a lingering ghost of my torpefied
Figure rising - and at last I awaken
Unbound.
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