Many a nights have I fallen into the dream of a reality,
wisps of wind playing at the corner of my mind,
Tugging vivid images of the world cruel and cold.
My mind is racing and the pain is unbearable,
like a thousand knives digging at the very soul of my self-being.
The God's above are laughing as they pull the strings,
my legs move as the floor falls out below me,
Crying out for someone to catch me I frantically claw at the walls,
somehow there must be a way out.
The moon high in the sky I shout at the stars,
questioning why this was done, why has the world been ripped away?
Question marks or marks of questions,
a haze of unanswered statements blurring my vision as I run.
A field awaits me,
grasses swaying as the wind rips through the fields and the rain pours down,
soaking wet I drag myself out of a mud filled hole,
my bones brittle with the age of life,
muscles torn with the weight of worries,
my skin burned by the words of others as they sting,
I scratch at my body, flesh dripping from white bones,
blood spilling out of the morsels of who I am,
and the realization of life's difficulties clear in my mind,
as the old slips away and the new protrudes into the making of a masterpiece not yet finished.
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Submission Name: Mud Filled World
