Daymares

by Formidable Muse

Tongues of fire lick the interior of my mind,
beckoning for my embrace; begging to consume me.
I am drawn to them.

Drawn to the idea of escaping reality,
disappearing into utter darkness;
into my minds purgatory, my soul can be free.

As they dance beneath my eyelids.
Replicating film upon an old screen,
flickering sweet fantasies,
a bitter sorrow is released.

I am conflicted.

Between my heart and my mind;
these desires are in vain, condemning my very being.
But everything in me yearns for them,

Not only during the hours of darkness-
These daymares consume me.