Sleeping Hand

Nightmares in the palm, blinders on, no one home Flesh curtains block out the world Fearful mind wanting to roam Lifes cloak begins to unfurl Cement shoes, vacuum closing in The bubble slowly grows Fleeing fast, not moving an inch Still water wickedly flows Battles rage, gray matter at war A simple matter of time Flashing light, piercing ring Fuse burn approaching the mind Smile and grin, life is grand Masterpiece growing ever so thin Painted cavas, fiction at it's best Muted soul screaming within Fight to get out, full pack trudging on One soul and a burdening load Palms pressed tight, walls coming down Eyes closed, watch it erode Darkening tunnel, no light, pitch black Another tempting lure Seaman stripe, handy hemp work Lose the chair, simple cure. Battles rage, gray matter at war A simple matter of time Flashing light, piercing ring Fuse burn approaching the mind