a wake

i dreamt last night
a nightmare
real and living
filled by walls
and ceiling shaped
memories
with people
barely breathing.

familiar these relics
pass
in screams and pleads
and dying grasps
of realities
much afraid
to lose a sense
already lost.
with nothing lucid
about this place
but a final longing
to escape.

led through halls
clawed hollow fallen
in love
with lies
behind a moon
who-
pretending time away
ignites a sky
in starry
hostile
bitter
cries

just say it
cope
accept the fact
that this is no release
if in dreams death comes
where goes the soul
to rest or sleep with ease?

perhaps solace
is the myth
we tell those
still
too young to fall;
in painted dreams
within these walls
called safe
or not at all.

remember that castle,
made of sand
it is whatever exists;
waiting;
buried
lives
a nightmare

who knows so little of sleep...

~Deus fortuno