Knock, Knock

Last night there was two definitive knocks at my door,
Behind the wood they stood.

I pause for but a mere second,
Softly I approach.

Unlatching, unbolting and unlocking,
There they stood in utter silence.

Naked, exposed without any barriers I stand locked eye to eye,
Here we remained, unmoving, never saying a word.

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Too Real

That dream was far too real.

Indistinguishable from reality, for most of it I had no idea it was a dream.

This realisation only because apparent time slowed, it was like moving through treacle.

Snapping myself away there was a cold sweat present and for the first time in a long time I was physically disturbed by something that wasn’t even real, yet it could be.

Worst part about it all was that even though it was a dream violence was a central part.

Always a central part is one of the three.

The most in one has been two, fight & literal flight.

I wonder what will happen when all three appear, guess one day I will find out.

I’m a fool, are you one too?

Their future mistakes are already written in my past, just like mine with yours.

We refuse to listen, fighting what we know to be truth every step of the way.

Our resilience is unwavering and completely misguided.

Always struggling against what doesn’t matter, all the while letting what does slip away.

We are fools of youth, cynics of old and nothing more than what we never where.