nineteen eighty nine was in the garage as well

dream

what demons await, salivating at
the delicious prospect of my
impending sleep, their
brushes poised to paint
twitching lids with travesty?
i dreamt i stood
in a harbor, holding
the flame of my free will
high, symbolizing the coming
apocalypse and consumed
from within with
shame.
then came
the naked dream; exposed before
my myriad mirrored accusers,
bereft of even the
smallest shred of
dignity.
a chorus of condemnation comes crashing
down around me
as i awaken in a
daze of disillusionment,
fully expecting further failure.
morning's hints of hope cannot help me
and the nightmare remains, my
constant reminder that
if all is not yet lost then
soon, it will be.
& the mind declines, deprived
of rest, its struggles
focusted inward, forming
a burning pinpoint of
despair no daylight can disperse ...
a sudden scream shreds the sky -
a dazzling display of defiance
everywhere, exploding
         &
        changing
      everything.