I am afraid and you are weak, never to be free

I fall from grace at the whim of another's [with]dreams and wishes not my own, staying awake, no dreams of mine to dream, mornings rosy fingered dawn so dark blood red. morning light

Whose eyes?

And i am here..yes it is i that has now so all at once returned here..here to this moss covered cottage of long long ago And sandblasted i am by all inward windstorms ever..

Lying where you once slept

Crazy like a child's tantrum stuck inside my soul I wonder who I am staring at my reflection in my bowl Darkened eyes and a tainted frown everythong is stuck My cereal is soggy

Clem is the Basset Hound next door And I feel rather sorry for him. He’s outside 24/7/365 and lives out of his doghouse. There are two times each day when he wants in: lunch and dinner,