My Metaphoric Dream
By: Devin Cade

Pain carries
from a voice in the wind.
Chanting and ruing a sound,
like the act of sin. 

The prints etched in sand,
added feet and hand:

Written in blood,
in a script so fine, 
Phrase being:
"Once upon a time."

Pain, pain, pain.
Twisted heart.
Renaissance man. 
"Frozen flame."

Scream now, 
for you will not tomorrow.
Maybe your voice will match the wind.
And one may share your sorrow. 

A voice of reason chants:
"Not again, no please, not again."

Yet the man in the sand keeps writing.
More frantically, more vague. 
Of his distempered thoughts. 
With a madman’s pain, and inner-plague.

Wretched thoughts, 
face contorted with sorrow.
"Tears streaming."
The stalling of a soul to follow. 

Then an unsettling silence
crept in with a cloud.
Never before recalling:
"A silence, so loud."
 

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