Anger and Guilt

I was worried in my dream-like state.
I was filled with images rising from my soul.
Nights like this overwhelm my mind with fear.
A force of sadness fills my spirit.

In my dream I clasped another tightly.
It was as if I had grabbed him with talons.
It was a familiar embrace full of rage.

We are full of anger.
There is plenty of guilt to throw.
We rule each other and we lost ourselves.
The perverse bounty has grown stronger.

I leave the dream-like state every day.
Sadness is more reliable to me.
I have been a slave to my feelings.
However, even awake, my dreams have been ruling me.

W. Wayne B.

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© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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