Ten AM, the Russians came into my bed.
The essence of communism filled my head .
With them - every woman, child and man –
through the labyrinths of time, I ran.
In that moment, just before I awoke,
understanding ???, never a word spoke.
In a semi-conscious state, my head stuffed with pain,
I realized, a serious cold is what fills my brain.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 2nd 2015
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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