What nightmares were made of

Part II of II


She was the calm before the storm
The ominous waves of destruction
The smoke filling up your lungs
Spreading and scarring your body
The hundred year old pale walls
With their paint chipping off and
Crumbling walls holding promises
Her voice reminds you of pain
Loaded on her tongue making you
Wince and step away in disgust
Her eyes seem to be filled with
Stories of regret and bruises you
Don’t want to waste your time on
She is a bag full of past mistakes
She has swallowed more lies than
Papers you can fill in a lifetime
Torn and twisted as her life was
She made one unforgivable mistake
She chose to fall in love with him
Her undoing was his perfection
Her end was in his silence for how
Could she ever reach for the stars
She was what nightmares are made of

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My Dreamcatcher

Will you weave dream-catcher for me?
Made just the right way with the perfect
Willow hoop representing oneness of life
So that I would perhaps feel complete
A sinew to lay the webbing in between
Capturing my nightmares that keep me
Up at night wishing my demons would
Leave me at-least in the other world
An empty space en-route to the feathers
Bringing me smiles and peace as I close
My eyes and journey away in the realms
Perhaps protected under the shadow of
One of the oldest believes the world has
To offer I will find peace and sleep that
I crave for so desperately in emptiness
That takes over as the moon emerges
This circle of faith I can hold in my hands
Offers the little details if we pay attention
Stories and secrets it preserves within it from
Centuries so that one day someone will
Look at it and feel their heart strings being
Tugged by wonders a timeless ring can offer