Twisted Fantasies

Dagger of Dreams

My dreams dangle like a dagger above my forehead

As my eyes droop shut against my will

My dreams taunt me,

They show me all that I wanted; they show me all I could have; they show me my deepest desires

When I awake; I feel hollow, adrift.

The agony of experiencing what I crave, only to have it disappear into oblivion

Leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and a pang in my stomach,

But these vivid dreams that sprawl out in my mind night after night

Are like a delicious poison, being poured down my throat.

They satisfy some part of me, but leave me wanting more.

As I awake I try to clutch every tiny, precious fragment that I can

As I stand in the shower, hot water pounding down on my back

I try to piece it all together, bound it up, in a tight private book.

But as each nick in the fabric of my dream becomes a gaping hole, it all starts to drift away

I’m left all alone in my mind, with a deafening silence

With nothing but the longing for my reveries to become my reality

But could I truly act on all that I dream of?

Or do my longings only resolve in my tortuously delightful dream world.