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Smoke swirls around me like a mist
invading the very core of my being
conjuring visions of a yesterday
that is best left forgotten, buried
Nightmare images of trolls and orcs
run through my mind, rampant, amok
tearing at the thin fabric of reality
and showing me the lunacy that lies beyond
I rise to my feet, too quickly, cough
grab the table for support, shaking
Then I take my daughter's hand and flee
out into the night, a scream half suppressed
forcing its way past my vocal chords
burning my throat raw with its power
and finally bursting out from between my lips
:silence:

This sounds like a terribly frightening dream... though I am fully aware that it is based in your own unique reality. The fear really comes through in this. Excellent!

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most people who have experienced flashbacks know that they are much like nightmares ... only much much more real ... and losing yourself inside of one can be ... more like reality than reality itself

silence is a beatuiful sound yet it can break any living soul it touches. The human pysche is a fragile thing. This poem was fluid-like in its meaning but i managed to grasp it. Great poem Ravyn I enjoyed the read

thanks juko! (and thank you heinz ... as always ... for the bump! *s*)

this happened in a restaurant that lisa and i used to go to sometimes ... it has a lot to do with the smell of cigars and their ... effect on me

After that comment I think I need to find "White Owl" and resurrect it from the archives.

H.