Hanging on the wall,
There it is.
Its web catches the bad dreams,
The beads cradle the one that gleams.
One that gleams, glides down the feathers,
And into my sleep.
They sparkle, they lit
They decorate my sleep.
The vile and bad,
Stay stuck in the web.
Stuck in the web, they burn it, they churn it,
It takes the pain and all the ache.
It shudders and suffers,
For my sake.
But I couldn't fathom,
Every night the pain it takes.
As the morning comes,
Vile dreams burn to fumes.
The cycle continues,
Every night till dawn,
In the morning all dreams are gone.
And it prepares for yet another night,
It catches dreams for my sake,
Forgetting the suffering it takes,
For it is a 'Dreamcatcher'.
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Jar of Poesy
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
