Nightmare Deception
I.
I
no
longer
drift softly
to sleep for closed eyes
guide me to places unknown where
I speak with dead souls in a castle keep conjuring
long lost memories; tear-filled wells
blur clarity, mere
logic cannot
suppress
past
pain.
II.
Last
night
Pippa's
face pierced through
slumber's fog swearing
the British tabloids spread half-truths
about Kate's absence alleging photoshopped pictures
revealed naught about royalty
post op cancer finds
just as dream
visions
lack
trust.
