Morning Reflections
I'm surprised,
this morning the body pain
that is my usual sleeping partner
had melted away.
Strange because I had dreamt
that my eyes were full of blood.
A horrifying nightmare.
Maybe there is something going on
akin to a spiritual leaching;
bad blood drained way
new wine under old skin.
I don't wish to brag though,
the mirror still reflects
a rusty bag of nails
and two bloodshot eyes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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