Shocking of the Dead
My bed, wrinkled and unkept
Blankets all messed around
From tossing in the miserable night
Full of dreams of nightmares
And the nightmares of dreams
Where the sheets only collected sweat
From the night’s folly and defeat
Listening to the darkness enfold
The fan only keeps air moving
But doesn’t escape the silence
Nowhere does comfort lay tonight
As the air is thick with a fog
Humidity runs ramped throughout
The alarm blares to wake me up
But only intensifies the dread
Of fateful shocking of the dead
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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