Out of Reach Dreaming

Dreams and nightmares...landscapes of the night:) you forget them upon waking. This is an interestingly short poem that can mean many things. A talented write, anonshadow.

Very true, Grace. I think this is one of my more cryptic writes in a while, I don't think I can say with great certainty what it's about myself despite the fact I wrote it. I appreciate your read and comment as always, Grace ~anonshadow

Death is a demanding phenomena. It requires one's utmost attention. Nothing else matters, all holds on this world fades with the light. Nice write.

Very true, everything hinges on death. Thanks for the read! ~anonshadow