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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Would make you want to pull an all-nighter.
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Definitely…
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😁
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Great poem from Anita… Glad it was only a dream….. or was it? 😉
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As Hamlet would say, that is the question…
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🙂
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Gosh, I’ve had dreams like that!
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Chilling and profound. Some of my dreams are doozies. Hugs on the wing.
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Thanks for the comment, Teagan… much appreciated!
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Wow!!
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Glad you liked this, Darlene…
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