This Empty Dream
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A verse which on 3/17/21 I considerably restructured from its original sonnet form (The Waiting Sleep) for the Fragments Of Verse Poetry Contest of John Lawless
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I wander aimlessly inside an empty dream
where everything is lost and slowly dying.
Anguished souls I do not know weep unseen in shadows.
I sense them wandering somewhere far from me.
And always I feel wind.
Sometimes it blows hot upon my skin - other times cold.
Never is it simply cool or soothingly balmy.
Inside this empty dream I yearn to return
to a normalcy I somehow still am able to recall.
Leaves flutter in the harshness of the ever-blowing wind.
They flutter and then disintegrate.
For what could I be waiting inside this dream
where relief seems to be but a stranger?
Inside this dream, I keep drifting -
drifting along with the withering leaves.
Meanwhile, the souls who in faraway shadows
are roaming and moaning
hear not the slightest sound I make as I begin my descent into
the ever-growing pile of crumbling leaves.
All alone am I now -
crumbling. . . slowly crumbling
among these leaves whose final hues are those of death.
And even yet . . .
I cannot will myself to waken from this empty dream
which still
I keep on dreaming.
3/17/21
for Mark Toney's 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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