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Dreams of morbid reality coming down the TV pipeline;

Hopes of escape from insanity festering in my mind.

Fears of unnecessary aggression squirming in my heart;

Pangs of loneliness tearing my tortured soul apart.



My life's a bit like a roller coaster, full of ups and downs;

My moods range from wide grins to narrow frowns.

My friends are just that until something goes wrong,

And then they treat me like I don't even belong.



Wishing for an end to all the hate and injustice,

Hoping for a way to create a little Utopian bliss;

Waiting for a sign that I'm living the right way,

Planning for the time when the world meets its last day.



The kiss of Death awaits all who live on the edge;

The Jaws of Life stand ready to pry them from the edge.

They're very brave to twist the knife into Fate's side,

But their inner fear of dying they can't always hide.



Dreams of absurd insanity haunting our minds at night,

Hopes of returning to our homes, and away from the daily fight:

Fears of our world not being what we want it to be . . .

Just a sampling of the images that we may, or may not, see . . .



Patrick W. Hopkins





First written 9/15/1998: first published in National Library of Poetry anthology Winter 1998