Wake up, you’re not dead You’re dreaming The ghosts you see had their time My bones ache from walking I see new faces through the fog They smile, then vanish It’s as if I’m walking from room to room Families seated at their dinner tables Then the screaming starts Drumming against my ear Then I could see the bodies, heaped in a pile The screaming came from the women Their mouths a giant O Their eyes blank white orbs I wake to my own screaming So glad I was only dreaming… ©AnitaDawes2022
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