A Dream

Closer I climb to my born nest clutching my chest
Heart burning of starvation
Yearn lifts my meatless skeleton
As a split cell I envision a brighter, muscular
Fresh painting of myself atop this rocky pit
Beckoning my merge, with the greatest surge
As the spirit of faith shatters the weight
I rise to stand aside my precious mates
But they all appeal as airy spineless peels
As with my touch they wipe away from existence
And I fall back
Conscious awakens, cold sweats and goose bumps erect
As a poor insect, crushed, and all faith is gone
But a dream it was
But a dream shan’t greet my freedom
In this pit I lay prisoner
A sinner paying his debts while his fate is announced set
Never to forget as the world thrives onwards without my assistance
that I am here on my own accord
So many lessons have grown upon my bones
These poetic tales, so therapeutic to survival
For now the word and I are no more than rivals