A Reflective Dream

My soul was troubled, pained and weak
Lost sight of what I'm meant to seek
My mind was overcast with stress
And thoughts complex and fathomless

And so I found a place alone
To lay my tired, weary bones
Soon I was lost to time in sleep
And so I dreamt, as I fell deep

I stumbled into fields of thorn
That cut me deep, left my skin torn
And looked into a sky so dark
Empty of stars dead of their spark

I looked around, as I wondered
What dead world was this, till yonder
By a dying tree sat a ghoul
Who fed off corpses rid of souls

Our eyes were locked in a fixed gaze
And I was thrown into a maze
Of a life full of hate and wrath
Once care-free, had begun to rot

I becamed locked inside a heart
Filled with pent-up grudges in parts
That had become so muddled up
I could not breathe, prayed it would stop

And then the gaze suddenly broke
As I jumped from my sleep, awoke
The night was still young, dark and thick
Defeaned by my breathes, coming quick

It took a while for me to grasp
That it was me, it was my past
I pondered who the being could be
Then saw, in fact, that it was me

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)