Night-mirrors...
Night-mirrors...
Many a day I stay away, into the depths of my imagination, but never seem to play
Shadows dance around me as I struggle to see, it seems even in my dreams I fall asleep & wake somewhere I'd rather not be
Often times, I awake mid-through actions in a time, & place I apparently know
I either have a change of heart for the stranger I am, or, after a glimpse, add to the ongoing show
I've woken two shots taken in an old car, speeding away with sirens close behind
Often times waking from the pain, left wondering why I had such visions in my mind
Other times, I'm racing through a forest, hearing voices shouting in a language I can't say I'm familiar with at the time
Wearing army clothes, running as if I've done the worst of any crime
Bullets passing by, hitting the trees among the fading mists of night
As soon as I stop running & hide, I fearfully wait for a possible fight
Echoes pass by as I turn slowly after a click is made
I see but a soldier next to me, his face hidden among the nights shade...
Hitting me in my shoulder with a round from his rifle, I buckle & fall squirming in pain
He slowly walks up to me, saying something quietly, before aiming at my face again
Down the barrel I stare as I see his finger click further back
I awake in trembling pain, a mild mark still visible as I struggle to breath in bed, my mind not yet giving any slack
Other times, I'm in a glass ball on the bottom of a plane, aiming down at ants as I hear ricochets near me
Thinking again, for a moment, how could this be...
The air howling around my gun, I continue my battle, unaware of the end of my run
Till I'm hit hard, & I buckle into a ball as everything begins to fade
I awake once more, heart racing, my apparent visions revisited, "their" fates were made
I continue to have these dreams, in which I never seem to make it
I gain a bit of rest, but at times, it truly is a test, one of which I'm not sure I can take it
Each one so real to the point I shiver, buckle, & feel I've seen the other side
Only when I'm awake, do I seem to hide...
I hope soon to rid myself of such visions, faces in mirrors, & voices so real
I wish only to make, with my own person, some kind of deal
One to close my eyes, & only see what I want to remember
Dreams always present as I'm awake, I wish to settle each restless ember
If you have this, & found relief from any or all, let me know how
I await peace at my imaginations gate, if not later...now...
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---