A Fictitious Dream
A Fictitious Dream
Miracle Man
2/27/2022
Nights were littered with specters in dreams,
I saw their faces and heard their screams.
From all around I saw flames lapping,
should I get up, or continue cat-napping.
The sky was made up of crimson dyes,
I couldn’t escape when I closed my eyes.
Mind molded images into an unknown shape,
the alarm clock brought to me my escape.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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