night hurts the most
the dreams line up in the torrent of anxiety
repeating themselves
always ending the same way
a blind spot that hide the answer
a mirror unwilling to show the image
a reflection in a lake that constantly conceals the truth
of whose face lurks in the darkness
whose words to follow to see to feel
and understand the reason of this game
discarding us over and over again
while the mind plays the oldest tricks
trying to defeat the heart
drain the blood from it
turning it to stone again

© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

~ by Eclipse on January 22, 2011.

6 Responses to “*Stone*”

  1. Thats the odd thing about dreams.
    They say that if you die in your dream you die in real life but i’m not entirely sure whether i believe that.
    It’s like you are falling in your dream but you land awake in your bed.
    Excellent poem here and the way you captured these thoughts

    • Oh, sounds pretty bad….I guess it’s not quite true though, unless I’m not dead right now 🙂
      but that part about falling and hard landing always seems very very real….
      Thank you for your kind comment Richard

  2. Arrrh yes those endless nights of faceless dreams,…. I know only too well the void of darkness that swamps our thoughts as we toss in the night when sleep eludes, and the mind takes on a life of its own, amplifying every thought, distroying every dream, as it sucks you further into the void of Darkness…

    A deep poem Eclipse, Wishing you a Pleasent Sunday xx Dreamwalker x

  3. Hello! The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.
    Greeting from Warsaw!

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