For Twenty Days
I once slept for twenty days,
and drempt my dreams up dry.
I feared the very images,
not shown before my eyes.
Cities burning one mile high,
right beneath my feet.
Man consuming his own flesh,
for nothing else to eat.
Children used has each a slave,
to fill the ground below.
Never had i felt such thing,
such fear Ive never known.
Twenty days of toss and turn,
twenty days for rest.
Twenty days of scream beings,
not recognized by laughter.
I once slept for twenty days,
for twenty days thereafter.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
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