Dream-catcher

Fuck your indecisive unsympathetic mind,

your wishes and dreams are all you seem to see.

I'm giving you fortunes to construct new ambitions,

but it's only as genuine as the actions you charter.

Rage inwardly harbored is searching for a departure,

heaven help a cause inciting first breath into fruition

I've lost my intellectual compass that battled for us,

fighting urges to give you what you're worth and deserve.

Slowly making my way to the ledge of unreasonable fate's bus,

gazing at the swirling shadows of this mess, stunning nerve.

Heart beating faster, as I think the worst of your ruse,

a monster looking through bars of a psychogenic reserve.

It takes my breath, choking on smoke,

burning up memories creating empty spaces of unchangeable streams.

Every now and then a captivating yet brief hiatus broke,

gasping moments, it's a fresh breeze caressing my delicate sinew.

Suffocation engages a vacation, as shards of hope,

contrasting sharply with the smoky landscape soon continued.

Indefinite pause as time stood still, defective affection,

captured in prose for all who may feel.

Light captured shards of my mental reflection,

giving hope to the twins born of circumstances difficult to heal.

String shards of promises, tied tight to lines written in meter of expression,

cunning webs beguiling dreams into concrete wrinkles, tear's cure revealed.

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Written by Rebecca Robinson - June 13, 2014