In The Realm Of Morpheus Poem by H E Alexander

In The Realm Of Morpheus



How can I find peace
when my regrets and wrongs
so endlessly haunt me?
How can I sleep
when my dreams are reality,
even beyond the moment
of awakening?
The good seeds
of my memories lay dormant,
to be pecked at by
the thieving crows of time,
leaving only the bad
to grow and cling
like ivy to my brain.
How can I believe
the truth of my past
when my mind
censors my senses,
altering the taste, the touch,
even the smell, of everything
that has gone before?
If truth is what we seek,
why do we trust
our remembrance?
If honesty is the rule
by which we live,
why does it hide so well
in the realm of Morpheus?
Alas, it is time
to resume my search.
I close my eyes,
guided only by Hypnos' son,
I wander through the lies
and step into the darkness
of another night.

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