A tear runs down my battered face
Blood mixing with salt
No one to turn to
Don’t know where to look
In a dense forest
Trees closing in
Towering above me
Unreachable
Dark shadows stretch away
As far as I can see
They have to end somewhere
Break and give way to
The light of day
But nowhere that I can see
The dark gloom is
Punctuated by the occasional
Voices of birds
It gives me immediate joy
I expect to see the darkness fall away
The light of day exposed
To this prison
Nothing happens
I look around
A movement catches my eye
There’s a bird, beautiful
It lives for a moment in glory
Being admired
Then I see and realize
A freak, no wings
Can’t fly can’t go anywhere
Not a real bird not real joy
It tries though…to fly
Taking leaps fluttering stumps
Where beautiful wings once where
Now cut off by pain
Sheared off by anger
Beautifully colored features
Brightly painted plumage
Turns black, starts smoking
Goes moldy, rots, falls away
Leaving a bony corpse of destruction
No life, only existing in death
It’s heart a lightless ball of
Flickering flame
A bottomless black hole
Sucking life like a leech
I back away stumbling
Falling
Calling pleading…
Light
I turn and find the forest gone
Light surrounds me
Pure waves wash up on a beach of peace
The breeze wraps its self around me
Caressing
My toes sink into soft sand and shells
No sharp edges no piercing pains
Comfort
Music drifts by on the clouds
I sit and relax an unusual sensation
For my battered self
The sunshine wraps itself around me
A warm blanket of tranquility
My eyes are dropping as the sun
Sets on another day of promises
The blue sky being tainted by lilac
I vaguely hear the sweet music
Still ringing in my ears
Blue turns to violet then to black
Black to a myriad of colors, swirling
More black
A smile creases my face
My lips crack; unsure of the alien movement
Then my body jerks, my eyes fly open
And I wake up
A tear trickles down the bleeding face
Blood mixing with salt
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