The Slowness of Nightmares

In the mystery
That becomes empathy
In a hole
Dug by a fist
Lost in a feeling
Not worth fighting
My minds unglued

So nostalgic
I become nauseous
In a hole
Dug by a fist
I’m lost in a shadow
An empty feeling
My minds unglued

In the slowest of nightmares

Miles from shadows
High on a wall
Away from anger
So lucid and entombed
For this angel
She hates in colors
And breeds my rage

……………….

Poem is mine, picture is not.

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