by Angela Salvaggio

Created on: November 04, 2008

*Bottle My Dreams

In sleep, my core releases,

Tearing down curtains and clocks.

My subconscious mends the pieces,

Between fields and frocks

-Of a broken me,

That screams in the lights

That no one can see,

But I, the one it fights.

At night, the mind I find

When my heart pounds clear

Safe in a sleep that binds-

My limbs together as sorrow in a tear.

Struggles give reprieve

As my veins grow cool;

In dreams alone I live to breathe

Hating dawn; the loss of renewal.

Awake, life soon comes back

By hours -losing sweet delirium

Given another try to my back

I beg grace won't be long to come

After time takes over my rapture.

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