Nightmares
To wake up
After a nightmare's toll
Is bliss.
At least the thought
Of freedom
From the clout of the unreal;
But only for a while...
Reality bites
Far deeper than nightmares.
Nightmares
To wake up
After a nightmare's toll
Is bliss.
At least the thought
Of freedom
From the clout of the unreal;
But only for a while...
Reality bites
Far deeper than nightmares.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Insomnia Blurb | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
Nightmares | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
For Toil | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
Wild Winds | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
Baclaran's Call | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
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