Dream Code
I find in strings of perfection
A less than wary sight
Events I plan to bear witness
To humble oneself no might
A broken branch of hatred sewn
Into my souls new keep
Within these dreams of broken things
I’ve lost in counting sheep
Guilt that wells below my eyes
My choices now set free
Beyond my worldly self I find
The dreams become of me
Copyright © Jack Bare | Year Posted 2019
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