Traps
I love sleep
But
I don’t love dreams
When my heavy eyes
I close to doze,
To dream not I pray
For dreams are traps.
I don’t love dreams
Not at all
Last night I dreamt
Mother Hen I was
Golden eggs I laid
But I was trapped!
To a foul smell I awoke
Mum beat me for soiling the bed.
The other day I was trapped too
I dreamt I was in a race
So fast I ran
I wanted to be first
But before I could win
I fell from my bed
Now my limb limps.
Dear dreams
Could I sleep peacefully?
Your traps I hate
Could you stay away?
Just away from me
Is it possible?
Copyright © Casmir Obiero | Year Posted 2017
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