In My Haunted Dreams Poem by Medusa Waves

Heavy and deep as the clocks do their ticks
Slowly-by, the dreamchathers tricks-
I fell into a deep-haunted sleep
your heart was the one i tried to keep
but locks have come undone
and our love-little to none-
is but a hanging thread from a laced dress
and undoing me into distress
That hanging thread has choked us both-
how far we have come to losing the oath
that made us one-that made us love-
unlike the perfect fitting glove-
we are not-no longer one
and death for me-it, has begun
quietly living beneath the flesh
unlike the keys-we do not mesh-
quietly lurking in my eyes-
in becoming a known disguise-
my tears come down-and here he is
living in my haunted dreams-
a known man- known to all
that stands small and stands tall-
living within the walls
living within our shawl-
of our embedded love-
that he undoes once we begun
leaves us with-little to none-
but a speck of our once love-