Recently I have been experiencing disturbing dreams and this poem is just a small account on my thoughts of them.
Such vivid dreams
running through-
every night so far, so it seems.
One after another, who
else experience such disastrous
dreams. The
sub-concious
becoming a palce to ignore. If only one could,
as every one such a vicious
visionary. If I could stop, I would.
Swept away in an earthquake,
with everything
at stake.
Witnessing such devastating
torture-
What is meant by these dreams?
As I close my eyes I might
not dream, a thought that gleams.
What else will tonight bring, so far they have been a fright.
So-
It will be no different tonight.
This I fear and seem to know.
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