The Suicide Of Dreams Poem by Nyx C Styx

The Suicide Of Dreams



the dreams of the dreamer
what sound do they make
when they fall
from the midnight thoughts
from which they were fashioned?

the nursling bird
with its day old mouth
does it scream
on its way down from the nest?
does it know how to?
is there more terror
in the mouth wide agape unable
to arrange a syllable to alert?
I am falling
I am falling
I have fell
Pick me up
nurse me
so that I may be able
to fly

The dreams of the dreamer
what sound do they make?
This suicide of dreams
I am convinced they scream
seconds before they reach the bottom
at the realization
the strength it took to birth it
and then kill it
would have been enough
to let it
so it screams and hits the bottom
and the scream dies out
as it echoes to heights
higher then the dream ever reached
- to be vocalized!

the dreams of the dreamer
the sound they make
as they die
is the sigh

Sunday, September 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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