Shattered Dreams

I have this recurring dream,
this notion of desperation and guilt.
I stand alone on the edge of a cliff
as ferocious gales set my spirit adrift.

The horizon gleams into my soul
as I stand alone on the edge of a cliff.
I gaze upon the beautiful shades of autumn
as shallow ripples drench my dreams.

I have this recurring dream,
this notion of tranquility.
I awake from my dream,
to the chthonic sites of bigotry.

©martin_d_angelus
shattered dreams [2018]