Halloween

October 31, 2001

Denise Campbell

There is a daily battle within me

Hating what they have meant to me

Despising what they are now

The hate saturates itself in the gravy of my mind and is marinated into disgust and passionate venom

I dream

But my dreams are haunted by a time where life was worth living

Taunted and teased by the evil of what life is today

Dreams of colors and vigor

Now drop like a dying flower

A cocoon of a butterfly that withers before it has earned its wings

Dreams that die like the leaves of trees that once radiates with beauty and life

Leaves that slowly disappears from a tree that once flourished

Singing songs of glory in the rustling winds

My dreams have felt the blistering cold

Blanketed by the dull and gloom of failure

Lost in a mirage of forgetfulness

Tainted by regret

Inside I am dying a painful death of knowledge

Where innocence die and the truth of what is reality seeps through the cracks of the walls of happiness

Eating away at it like termites

Destroying the fabrics of what was a stable foundation

Hate is my forsake

Pain is my death

And tears

The relief and the release

The surrender

The acceptance of truth

Of wisdom

Knowledge that kills a soul

Hate that buries a heart

And pain that helps to forget

What happiness is