posted January 28, 2013 05:46 AM            

Past the point of no return

dreamland that once beckoned

has withdrawn its invitation

unaccommodating mind engaged in every second.

Brain rebooting buried thoughts and hurts

dredging from the annals a host of unmentionables

interred tears, interred fears, interred years,

ejected onto centre stage, myriad of dramas

played out on shadow filled walls,

redundant emotions resurrected, magnified

rebuffed, but re-emerging with tittering scorn

battle of wills, a game of slow kill.

Let the moon beat its retreat
let the dawn be its master
let the sunrise come quickly
lest my despair groweth faster.

by barb