Near Death Nightmare
Short-lived it is - my near death theme,
Beckoning only in my dream.
Upon it I toss in my bed,
In strained attempt trying to shed
Its iron grip that holds me tight,
I'm tripping my last dance all night,
And singing my last somber tune -
Under the dark side of the moon.
I quite dislike this beastly dream,
That's so far - a nocturnal theme.
By dawn darn death grants me a break,
I thank my fate when I'm awake.
Near Death Nightmare - one Deep Dark Call!
I'd rather have no dream at all.
April 28, 2022
Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2022
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