The Shadow


Days on end it felt as though I was being followed. 
Every now and again, an eerie presence loomed over me. 
Yet my eyes would never catch a glimpse of anything. 
It's intensity became more and more piercing until one night,
I felt as though something was staring straight back at me. 
But this time I did not run, this time I reached out. 
A voice, a cry, echoed not in the distance, but deep within me.
Something shattered.
The waking world and the abyss of the unconscious blurring,
Becoming one.
And in that moment it was clear to me that I was not being followed.
I, was being haunted...
By myself, 
My Shadow. 
I saw it now, her flames were engulfing me. 
But the more I reached for her hand, the more contained her flames became. 
Because all she ever wanted,
was to be heard.

My Moon


I saw you, my moon, bright in the dark skies. 
Every single night, you'd light my path. 
One night, like any other, I sought to bathe in your moonlight
But my wings, they began to burn
And as I fell, I wondered, were you always just an illusion?



Lucid

Tossing and turning as though in motion,
Yet my body remains frozen.
Once a home, now a cage wherein my soul is trapped.
This darkness like a great mass of water crashing continuously,
pulls me down into its depths viciously.
Deeper and deeper I sink,
While a sound like a swarm of wasps ring through my ears.
Voices echo through my mind, toying with my fears.
 Cold fingers brush me from behind.

I struggle to reach the shore,
fuelled by the panic cutting through my core.
But to my despair,
Constantly I’m tossed between the waters of a liquid realm,
and the surface of a solid realm.

Eventually, I feel a light breeze brush my skin,
My eyelids flutter open, greeted by the sunlight.
They settle on a ceiling; a familiar sight.
Suddenly, icy fingers grab at my ankles.
My jaw jams as I try to scream
 …am I in a dream, within a dream?

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