Apparitions

Apparitions come to me at night,

I looked for a reason that might

Have changed the course of life

I've coveted the simple pleasures

And was slapped on my face by

The coarse hand of fright

Apparitions come and go,

And I've not yet found the poppy hill,

I look for the acronyms,

For a reminder of my hidden gleam,

I'm on reverse,

Shouts heard to move with the flow

I've yet to find the glow

That will overpower the conscious fear

At night when I'm pulling all the strings

I find myself on top of the poppy hill

Contemplating that I can overbear the fear

And hold onto the simple joys of life