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Free verse № 98067

in the hands

Member since 2004 · Posted 21 Apr 2004 · 2 comments

I am laying there in the arms of Morpheus and You wish I would leave the dream realm behind me. In the darkness, I look uptight as a nightmare digs its claws deeper into my subconscious. You want to smear sunshine all over me and my room, but there is none to be found at this hour. And you wait helplessly as I shriek in fear when the monster haunts my mind and forces me to continue my sleep. He whispers, "There will be no awakening tonight."

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[10] wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 22-Apr-04/7:42 AM Reply
"You want to smear excrement all
over
me and my mom, but
there is none to be found
at this hour."

But seriously ... I don't understand the idea of "smearing sunshine".

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[n/a] halofriendly › wFraser Allonby Q.C.w 22-Apr-04/2:36 PM Reply
Eh, I just liked the imagery it gave me when I wrote it. The person is caught in darkness, seemingly never to wake up again and all they want is sunshine to stream in every window....I decided to use the verb "smear" to give a sense of sunshine being painted all over the room...