rusted dreams

For cnbsoulmates, a Sequel to "Unfixable"    
     
     i count my scars,        
but i feel no bitterness for pain;        
     i kiss my stars,        
though i scarce can unto them attain.        
     fate’s abattoir        
wields its guillotine  to slay my mind,        
     but secret streams        
bless this desert where i am confined.        
         
     i eat my song,        
aching for the taste of harmonies.        
     what could go wrong,        
if i choked on new mal-phantasies!          
     for i have longed,        
from the circles spinning in my head,        
     to hide my screams        
in this place where i am all but dead.        
         
     i close my eyes,        
but i do not sleep the sleep of death:        
     the sun shall rise        
as the morning dew revives my breath.        
     the blue of skies        
beckons me to step out of myself        
     and dust off dreams        
rusting on procrastination shelf.          
         
© Copyright 2019 July 17        
by Clyve A. Bowen♫