Wallace

High Or Low.

I dream a nightmare.

I awake and into darkness i stare.

Quietness no sound.

Nothing but darkness around.

Dark air cool.

But my pores are sweating like an overworked mule.

My bed clothes wet.

My mind does fret.

The nightmare has took a hold of me.

Into my mind it digs deeper, from it i can't get free.

My tired eyes weep.

I need sleep.

Into sleep i fall.

Mornings lightness does call.

My soul does awake.

My stiff body now floating on a cold watery lake.

My nightmare has become real.

My soul now travels on an unknowing trail.

Up above or down below.

I, I, I don't bloody know.

 



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