Nightmares and Dreams
I do not know if I’d feel the same, if some Day I found out that this was a dream, but they do say That sometimes all we have is a mind drowning in itself that the Monsters and paranoia of my nightmarish world And the flowers and the vivid colours in the gentler ones as well will, And are, holding my reality up by the end Of their pillar like supports present in A reality that is set on fire.
I do not know if I’d feel different if some Monsters escaped into my Eden and say That they lived in a poem build in A nightmare that thawed from its ice,
But, who could say if the line that divides my worlds from Each other can carry on without an order of walls of what Has been built with definitions created by me, that I’ve Dug a graveyard around myself and misery that I have tasted Of tears shed that have turned sweet water into brine, thereof, Like Narcissus’ pool ruined by its own desire
Sometimes I wonder if I Can stand up and hold The weight of thought with These weak shoulders, those Weak spinal bones who Crush each other in favor Of holding on, supporting though wind and fire.
Called out of the desert to pour oneself onto rocks, but They always break. As if The heat of the bowels of the earth have held it For so long that it forgot to hold onto itself and had An epiphany as it broke into two and spoke to Itself as its spirit escapes to perish Twice As steam and water that I Poured upon them,and yet again, I think That dreams that glove my nightmares as I Walk though the crowds of thoughts, that I do not know, And growing into two with each cut, as Hydra did, a never enough Insatiable growth, a sin not smelt by the bloodhound of My self-hate.
Come with me into The cacophony and say That you’ll stay until that Moon rises once again for In the midst of the destruction And wastelands of ice
“There always is Hope that also Exists in the great Wasteland of thought and As for now it would Suffice.”
The original piece is “Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost
“Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.” -Robert Frost