for years it slept sorely in the shadow of a dream
resting with constant irritation
ready to strangle you like twisted sheets
sprinkled with dry toast crumbs
around the naked ache of your limbs
it slumbered through long stretches of sightless snoring
like a blink that refused to open
despite the urge to pry open your eyes
to face its existence.
it awoke when hungry loneliness grabbed hold
demanding attention with growling need
persistantly refreshing failures hidden from light
until you could no longer avoid it.......
reality has a wide eyed bite to it doesn't it?
photo entitled "hurt" by trinket.