Cynthia F Clark

A Poet's Dream's Cynthia F Clark

My Screams Smile In the depths of pain, darkness descendsSleep and I become the best of friends. Nightmares haunt my many moods, Giving my mind time to brood. I cannot escape I enter further into the abyss, I reach for compassion but met by insanity's kiss."Where do I go?" My screams smile. No one can hear, No sight, no sound, just my lonely journey into fear."Release me. Please release me from misery's hold, I feel a chill taking over, my heart is growing cold."Crying does little good for no one shares my pain, Ashes before my eyes, fiery embers, tears of rain. What do I know? A time lately unforeseen, A master of images sheltering in my dream. The sands drown. As ancient as the lost times flow, I sink within. Further and further down I go. I cannot breathe through the petty, salty grains, Gasping for air I scream, it is driving me insane. It is hot as an oven's radiate heat, or perhaps the first pits of hell, My screams smile, then a frosty laughter as if to say, "oh well.""Cry me a fountain, do not stop, do not quit, Upon your face. It is. See it. Just a bit. Yes. A tiny bit. Scream loudly, "Haha." Let your madness take your name, Give rise to your insanity. My, screams smile again, winning the game.