Dream Voyeur

Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved.

When I sleep
you hide paralyzed in the shadows of my bed
where your courage to live vanished long ago.

In your world of mocking corpses
you rub against me
in wingless dreams and knitted walls
and empty stares
that run from the drum of my heart.

You bleed broken knuckles
against your hidden door to empty stairs
that led you once to a girl like me.

You bring me fists of her dead flowers
and promise me a future of your past faded worlds.

You wear her memory around your neck—
the noose of every man hanged by rejection
to bleed broken
among all the eggs of the future
dead.

But you live your death
in these halls of feeble footsteps
outside my room
where your twitching fingers bleed to open empty cameras
and nail me to the windows of your eyes.
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2 thoughts on “Dream Voyeur

    1. Lola

      Aawww, thank you, Steve. It was a nice surprise getting the text message that you reblogged my poem. Glad you like. I’m hoping to get back to writing more poetry.

      The doctors found more cancer, so I have been busy getting treatment and losing my hair. But it’s all good. A little daunting to think about dying and seeing what’s on the other side, or spending eternity in a big sleep like Shakespeare wrote, perchance to dream. But I’m not ready for that. Not yet. I still have my bucket lists to finish!

      Thanks again.

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