Fog sets in this morning as my dreams fall away from my hands. A young boy I’m left in mourning; my dreams stray to faraway lands. Mother said I must think like a man and forget my childhood. Father says I’m a fool and should believe his falsehood. Can’t they see oh God how they gnash at me? Can’t they see oh God how they mock at thee? Dreams die young; dreams are forsaken to those without sight – those kept from the light. Torture was my lot as a child; with words and hands I’m constantly reviled!
Barefoot I walk the halls of my mind; is this dream where hell visits me tonight? No matter how much I run, this fire consumes; I cannot fight. Left alone since birth was I; thinking I wonder if this was in spite.
This asylum is my home... my everlasting dome. As I walk the garden of my institution, a rose stands next to a gnome.
“Can there be absolution” I ask the gnome...
“Please tell me there’s a solution” I scream at the gnome...
“Release me from this persecution” I say to the gnome.
Ceramic body comes to life; moving toward me the gnome comes alive. Speaking, his words cut like a knife; the more he speaks the more he thrives.
“Dear boy, why must you pester me today?” asks the gnome...
“Why boy, do you fester – it’s not even mid-day; your concerns my peace sequester” says the gnome. “Have you not tired from your whining? Or thinks you that freedom you’ll find by crying? How dare you disturb my slumber; know not thee that you’re dying? Your dreams have been taken from you dear boy; left to rot are you without happiness or joy! Go and leave me be; open your eyes and this reality begin to see!”
In tears the boy walks; with back turned to the gnome he falls to his knees. He weeps from the devil that stalks; without remorse the demon lashes out with please.
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