Gone are your feelings of security and sense of a future, replaced by an awareness of the fragility of life and of your own mortality
When I started this poem, I was aiming for an uplifting and inspirational piece but somehow this sentiment was cast aside by the poem's uncanny ability to lead me and my train of thought
fading sight as nightmares pull dreams from peaceful slumber
Poetry-visual art fusion
do you live in shades of grey?
...a slave-like submissive
sharing assent, but not consent...