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This Empty Dream
I wander aimlessly inside an empty dream where everything is lost and slowly dying. Anguished souls I do not know weep unseen in shadows. I sense them wandering somewhere far from me. And always I feel wind. Sometimes it blows hot upon my skin - other times cold. Never is it simply cool or soothingly balmy. Inside this empty dream I yearn to return to a normalcy I somehow still am able to recall. Leaves flutter in the harshness of the ever-blowing wind. They flutter and then disintegrate. For what could I be waiting inside this dream where relief seems to be but a stranger? Inside this dream, I keep drifting - drifting along with the withering leaves. Meanwhile, the souls who in faraway shadows are roaming and moaning hear not the slightest sound I make as I begin my descent into the ever-growing pile of crumbling leaves. All alone am I now - crumbling. . . slowly crumbling among these leaves whose final hues are those of death. And even yet . . . I cannot will myself to waken from this empty dream which still I keep on dreaming. 3/17/21 for Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Poetry Contest
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