The Dream

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It was an astronomical night where the mice could congregate and play together,

I was sitting by a piano and looked over at a glass of red wine.

When I took a sip my mind would reminisce-

the times I spent with others,

the time I found friends,

and the fire that crackles within.

My house had big windows,

the clear night shied away from the atmosphere,

I see the snow begin to cover,

as other people huddle together,

and the mice blessed each other.

 

I was in robes-

and as comfortable alone,

I remember taking once more a sip of the cold-

red wine I held so dear to my chest,

and suddenly I felt unrest.

 

The pain was in my chest,

my heart was struggling in the cold,

I was alone but I still cried,

help would never arrive-

 

fell on to the piano,

playing an unsweet tone,

and with the distance of the faint fire,

I died alone.

 

 

 

  • Author: Elias (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 15th, 2021 11:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: This weird dream I had last night, thought this would be a good thing to write about!
  • Category: Unclassified
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