Emerald Eyes Weary
The ride ahead long
My emerald eyes weary
I succumb as sleep beckons me
Insistent and eerie.
Its grip on me binding
I writhe in its clutch
Recollection disparages me
My ambivalence too much.
The images deafening
The noises too blind
An ant in a rattrap
The wrong world refined
Hands on my shoulders
Ground rising under my feet
And falls like the ocean
A thrumming heartbeat
Dreams dreamt aren't my own
Not through my eyes I see
I must find their beholder
For it's surely not me.
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