Sunday, 29 May 2011

Bad Dreams

I couldn't run away, I couldn't fight them-
My holy ghosts.
The memories I placed on a pedal stool
So I couldn't reach them.
The possibilities I dared not dream,
Should I love them.
The golden fringes bordering reality,
Because I fear them.
The roles I've played can contain me, as
I agreed to play them.
The promises I'm yet to make, and yes
I'll surely break them.

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