poetry

All of life is a dream
Dreams within dreams feign reality
Loneliness is reality
Hurting is reality
All else is dreams within dreams within dreams
All else is a fleeting flash of light
In a fathomless dark chasm

I serve a sentence without end
For a crime without reason
I follow the night in chains
Wherever it may lead
Treading through pools of blood
Raging rivers of tears to fore-fend

I am led further and further away
From the beguiling hope of love,
From the sustaining flashes of light
As I turn back, all is black
And though my eyes can still see,
I am as blind as can be
Never, ever to return