Used To Be A Home

I’m tired of my dreams
and their surreal realities
They taunt me with memories

Riping screams from me
and torturing me
I long to abandon them

They make me miss you all
those passed and yet to come
My dreams used to be a home

Fearful Blossom

Darkness crashes like waves

Upon a shrinking shore.

It covers the horizon

Blackens the sun

And blocks the stars.

The moon ran away

Leaving me alone again.

No light shines here.

Not in the land

of Perpetual Shadows.

I long ago abandoned

Sight

For it takes me nowhere.

Not on this pedestal of sand.

Against the rising tide

I wither away.

A fearful blossom

Claimed by the decay.