A stone prison encases me
with the fire of the sun
searing my flesh,
I try to look away
but everywhere...flames...
The whip cracks on my tender flesh
tearing it asunder,
leaving torrents of life
leaching down my limbs,
screaming for reality
to coalesce into the
crowded consciousness
the world offers.
flickers of flesh eating fire
ferment behind lenses
until it is unbearable,
undeniable, and all
my rage is left open
like flood gates...
The faint sound of raindrops,
birds, and crickets creep into
ears numbed to sounds of serenity,
my eyes open and the world
is again as it is supposed to be...
The buzzer sounds at 5:45 AM,
time to relive the dream,
only it is my reality.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
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