Decayed
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Chosen Word: Decayed. Written for Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France 08/09/2023
Where do decayed dreams go?
Are you like me and would like to know
Is there a secret place where they abide?
That's a fantasy dreams have died.
When I compose myself for sleep
Wondering what dreams may creep
What will capture my slumbering form?
To be young again quite transformed.
For one split-second when I awake
My midnight dream is not opaque
It does not linger decayed away
Momentarily I'm in disarray.
Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2023
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