Here
in the dream level
most like drowning
the id holds court
our darkest secrets
play out
in the false light
of veiled memory
recollections of fantasies
intersect our nightmares
drawing us
onto the plane of shadows
through the lair of the lost
into the realm
of the almost familiar
where everything lives
at the edge of clarity
unmade promises
teeter precariously
on the tips
of rigor’d tongues
and hearts break
under weight
of unexpressed love
a sorrow
impossible as
breathing underwater
it is here
I forsook forever
that which
I never found
forgiveness
*
rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
