Wicked Dreams

I'm caught in this deceptive hope
Stuck on this twisted road
And I will not give in
Knowing will be my end

I'm hurt but I can't look away
Self-preservation fails
These burning wounds won't mend
The cycle starts again

This life seems like a distant dream
An ugly memory
Of what the future holds
Letting this storm unfold

So come step into past with me
Ignore the signs you see
Bask in rekindled love
Before you must wake up.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

To bask in old memories. A writer's back stock of memories and places.
"Bask in rekindled love
Before you must wake up."
I liked the poem. Asked the reader questions with many answers. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote