Oneirodynia
As I lay sleeping, I dreamed of a caravan
Chased by a hydra and a ten foot bogeyman
As I slumbered, I saw a desert moon descending
Monster lumbered as my arms were extending
In my quiescent state, I murmured inaudibly
Then I defended the procession most laudably
In my night fantasy, my strikes had no strength
My fists had no speed and my reach had no length
My nocturnal imagination had surely run amok
I lay awe struck like a sitting duck with bad luck
Was it something I ate? The residue of the day?
Was it guilt of past mistakes or something I didn't say?
As my nightmare unraveled and I awoke
I ruminated on all the feelings it evoked
As I shook loose the cobwebs and gathered my wits
I raised a middle finger to my internal abyss
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2018
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