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My Worst Nightmare

My Worst Nightmare
David J Walker

My worst nightmare is
	And he paused before
The mistakes could escape
His lips

Frozen in a moments time 
The cast-iron statue 
Resisted the rust 
But could not trust 
His slips 
In a moments memory
 long past its prime

My worst nightmare is
	Thus and such 
“The skilly use of words 
had not forsaken him”
a boyish touch 
A scally lad 

	A cad in the making
Though not so much
In the literal meaning

My worst nightmare is 
And he paused again 
In the dim light of
A pale dawn 

To shrug off the last
Yawn 
of an early morning 
after 
Wanton vandals 

Invading his deepest dreams 
Without warning
Stealing the 
Mise-en-scène

Again
	And again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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