Ruined Slumber, Daily 29

29 The everyday sleeper remembers not Shallow dreams sold and bought But subliminal stress the dreamer’s fraught Horrid ghosts that all forgot. The door is open but you are locked In a dusty cabin where shelves are stocked With unused provisions unusually docked Behind the can goods walls are pocked. Often find my fantast journey here In run down houses abused and seared With falling floorboards and multiple tiers Decaying dwelling hounding my fears. Emotion/Fear