The aged dream
Returns again
Face pressed against
The window pane
Its tired face
Its burrowed brow
Its heavy eyes
Here and now.
Its steamy breath
Upon the glass
Its piercing eyes
To where Im sat.
Its silent dreams
Its hopeless hope
With dispairs
It gently slopes.
A weary smile
A solemn vow
Its shortened step
To survive but how ?
Deep, so very deep
With haste
Its hopelessness
To taste.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
Recurring dreams are superbly interesting. Hope this isn’t too far off the mark. 🙏🏻🕊
not too far, thanking you
You’re welcome 🙏🏻🕊
A returning dream can end up feeling like friend, a nicely expressed piece of writing
so true, many thanks
You are very welcome
Wow! How nicely written this piece that could be about the old or one particular old person, or hope itself. Whether a dream, vision or reality it is haunting.
very kind, glad you enjoyed, thanking you
Dreams are our unconscious trying to teach us something. Maybe this dream says there is always hope.
so glad you liked it, many thanks
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