Poem

I dreamed a dream, within a dream.

No diamond rings, no pretty things.

These evil things, what do they mean to me.

Night terrors they call dreams, nightmares it seems.

I’ll take a drink, no pills for me.

But still I see how clearly it can be.

To walk trapped inside of despair.

Worse still, loop it, a hell of a reel.

I think it, thought it, let it pass.

I write it, wrote it, let it past.

and that’s the life I live inside to be.

No sleep, I don’t want to sleep. We’ll see.

-OM

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