Night Walk

Forested dreamscapes
where shadows prevail;
paths ever winding
and crossing the mind.
Horrors concealed
by transparent dreams,
reaching and grabbing
from portals of fear.
With shivers and frights
on peripherals view.
When darkness casts
its secreted traps.
Asleep and unable
to grasp all the lies.
Images deep
from the closets of youth.
Stalking and haunting
and creeping about.
Silently screaming
in sleeps wrestles time.
Endlessly searching
for the easy way out.

11/23/2003

Posted on 11/23/2003
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