Gremlin
Life surreal
living unmedicatedly
admittedly I
traded dreams
for no nightmares
side effects included
a 1,000 mile stare
looking out windows
for rain
when there was
no humidity in the air
trapped inside
wanting to hide
when there was no
seeker for miles
Paranoid that a gremlin
had multiplied
after being fed after
midnight
Now, everytime
I close my eyes
imprints of bad dreams
remain paused
on the backs of my
eyelids
as if my mind was
buffering
dark as it was vivid
I opened my eyes
to see if the movie
would play
and the room remained
unchanged,
The question I ask
is quite simple
Was it a dream
and why did I wake up
staring out the window,
wet and crumbs
all in my beard?
To dream without fear
and look with no stare.
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