Reflections of a Near Death Dream

I woke from a nap
after sleep deprived sorrow
and just started grabbing
fleeting pieces of memory
that distilled down
to my sister helping me
find my escape route
through mere inspiration alone

I thought I had friends who cared
but their inquiries at best
seldom more than passing apathy

Stripped me away to a world of
cold numbers and no options
I would fight to rebuild myself
with memories of yesterday

A window with irregular panes
trapped behind
As mother advised me
"There's no point in struggling"

I escaped along the beach
skimming off
on their propaganda
They assumed me mad
or broken
Either way useless to a function

I met a digital dog
that was caught up on a chord
and it tried to pull me away
back towards the madness
of it's creation

I walked in pre-determined squares
recounting errors in the program
Til a sister virus
came and showed me errors
in their paradigms

The yesterdays go streaming past
and my grasp is useless
with butter coated fingertips

Angry dogs of passing thoughts
bark incessantly
never letting me rest

You would think it not be so hard
pulling fish out of the sea
plentiful and wet
Thoughts that struggle to remain
free
and not be the currency
of another's greed full devouring

My hopeful dreams
who wish to flee on mercurial feet
mired down knee deep
in the tar of depression


[Actual word for word notes scribbled down from a dream 3/16/15]