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Resurrected Daymare

Shadows, stretched taught by the minutes
ticking tocking ticking tocking
skies darken their hue
as another day begins to fade
and not just from our memory
from time itself

we exit the light
we enter the night

soon our dreams shall claim us
sleep our ever-present friend
banishing these daymares
turning them to dust
to gather in the hour-glass
as we slowly drift away

darkness takes us by the hand
leading us into never-never land
a time to frolic, dance and play
the sounds of laughter holding sway

sleep long sleep tight my dear
for morning shall soon be here
our dreams will again be disturbed
as we once more become perturbed

Sandman my ally, Sandman my friend
I pray to you, in homage
may this night
never end

because tomorrow,
we enter
another daymare

we exit the night
we enter the light.

After reading a few posts recently, and empathizing with them and trying to offer some solace, it appears to me that night is no longer our enemy,  more of a friend to be welcomed so we get some respite from, well, whatever it is that mars our days. I just prefer to think of it as our daymare. The nights I get some peace that I no longer get during the daylight hours. When I sleep, the meds knock me right out and I dream or just sleep, undisturbed. Then, I wake up and the grind of another day greets me, laughing like some demented hyena on speed.

I don’t exactly fear daytime, but my condition has zero effect when I am asleep, its only when I am awake. The nights are easy, the days, well, I get through em best I can and I know others exist who find the same. So this is my tribute in a way to all those who find each day a struggle.

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Dark Recollections.

This weeks prompt from Victoria is a tough one for me personally. I find myself thinking of last winter when I descended into my own version of purgatory.  I was virtually housebound due to the severe weather and my disability and I just retreated into myself completely. I dare say that some would laugh if I was to say that a 3yr old bought me back, but, laugh not, it is true. This winter, I wont be going back there, I now have the tools and strength of mind to deal with whatever may come this winter. And a 4yr old to keep me complis mentis as well  😉

the shortening days darken my mood,
withdrawing silently, forced to brood,
For sunlight again, I openly yearn,
wanting to hibernate until warmer days return,
until such time, I remain subdued.

i walk the corridors of this tortured mind,
looking for solutions i doubt i’ll find,
each door a portal to introspection,
each room alive with rampant infection,
of thoughts much maligned.

the gentle ripple of encroaching insanity,
segregated from the rest of humanity,
alone, wracked by time and despair,
thoughts I endeavoured to foreswear,
submerged in a plethora of abnormality.

you are nothing,
i am nothing,
the world is nothing,
there is…..

I got help at the right time. I put aside the macho bullshit and admitted to myself that I needed help, which is something I have never asked of anyone before. So if you find yourself slipping into depression, low mood or whatever moniker you want to use, get help, its there, but only if you put your pride to one side and ask for it.

Thanks to a very good psychologist [head doc] for helping me through the most difficult time of my life! And of course to a little Tinkerbell for giving me a reason to live.


I live in a desolate place,
North of the most Northern of Cities,
The glens of heather are my dominion,
Snow capped tips that pierce the brutal skies,
As lightening rends your heart,
Thunderclaps reverberate from granite Monroe,
Ferns bend to the rains will,
Cascading waterfalls swell,
Streams morph themselves into torrents,
The loam of the earth is sated.

Cave is my habitat,
Dark, dank, aromatic, yet ageless,
Cave is my habitat,
Subterranean womb of Mother Nature herself.

Fire, my only friend,
Loyal, serving, protector of man,
Flames flicker whilst shadows dance,
Light in the jet of night,
Predators lurk on its periphery,
Anticipating offers of sustenance,
Biding for opportunity,
Palpable frustration in dawns breaking,
Hunger, despondent,
The hunter evolves, now hunted,
Survivals perpetual cycle,

Cave is my habitat,
Shelter of stone, solid, substantial,
Cave is my habitat,
Guardian of my hearth.

You are safe,
You can open your eyes,
You are safe,
How do you feel?