To Rum

Tomorrow still trapped; in time, in this place Two steps to the good, yet not enough For the Black Ghost tugs by the 'ruff A relentless cold wind stings my face Try and break free, held tight is his grasp Slowly wear down the brass of the clasp To the left, nothing seen just the nights thickness To the right, a dim light leading nowhere Where's the moon and its glowing glare? After some Rum, stumbling in drunkenness A trip, then a tumble; and flat on the ground A cry for help. No ones to be found Beads of sweat tread my brow. Cheeks a deep red A piercing sharp pain constricts my heart Awakened suddenly, stuck in the dark Turning to the side, rolling off that cursed bed A dream, just a dream; then a sigh of relief My mental state stricken by nothing but sleep