No More Dances in the Dream Field
Troubled psyche, daunt and dread
Pull of lightning, loosens the thread
The split, a crack, in the heart of love
The feeling, like the peeling of skin, so sick of
No more stars shine in the sky
The clouds of a past covers the light
It won't shine through the thick shield
No more dances in the dream field
Pull of lightning, loosens the thread
The split, a crack, in the heart of love
The feeling, like the peeling of skin, so sick of
No more stars shine in the sky
The clouds of a past covers the light
It won't shine through the thick shield
No more dances in the dream field
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A short poem that describes how sleep is suppose to be an escape from the reality of depression but sometimes how escapes can always lead into another peril.