Visions so deep that Websters’ words can not describe them
Like horror flicks they play in my thoughts
Chasing away my dreams like a mighty wind sweeping over the desert
I blink
The vision frightens me so that my eyes water
Fear engulfs my tears before they trail down my skin
Images of faces unknown
My bones crawl
My skin no longer fits
I blink
Thoughts so vivid
I could walk right into them
Strolling down the paths of my nightmares
I blink
My eyes become dilated to the terrors of tomorrow
I reach out for reality
My fingers brush the closest image to me
I scream
I blink
Visions so real that I can’t be dreaming
I blink
************I wrote this a few years ago*********
