Submissions by winterwrought

applied to nightmares that were worth dreaming.
They seemed so delicious at the time,
that you weren't at all suspicious of the fact
that they didn't exist outside your mind.
And that your heart is just as hungry
as it was before you closed your eyes
last night.

Your heart has yet to find
something tangible to keep itself in line.
A direction to deem north.
Something pure and positive to pine.
The hunger pangs echo into eternity
as you keep encountering nothing
but anomalies the whole way.

is one more than three.
what exactly has been set free
from the pandora's box
that was new year's clock?
how many monsters and trials
roam the impending miles?
how often shall fortune smile?
how often shall demons dial?
because
the next few hundred suns
and moons will come
as soon as they will go
and what will we have to show
for it all come yesterday?