Unknown Dream
I haven’t slept in seven days it’s true
but just be glad it’s me not you
you see, it’s not that I can’t sleep
I’m just so tired and feel so weak
that I’m afraid my blood will leak
Though much courage have I sought
to overcome the gloom and what the darkness wrought
Seven nights ago in bed I lay
clouds climbed high at close of day
bringing the dark on this cold eve
I had nothing more to give
but on this night, the dark brought fear
that I could do naught but drink beer
You may not believe this but you see
a certain peculiar anomaly
presented itself suspiciously
reluctantly my lids did lift
and woke up in foggy haze,
to see my bedroom door ablaze
I closed my eyes for just a sec
and when I opened them the door was back
my mind was master and did not yield
but, lo and behold, my dreams revealed
a weird anomaly had surely beckoned
as something ominous just happened
I slept an hour in a lull,
until I felt ole nature’s call,
so hurried off the bed I got
the clock I heard chimed three right on the dot
and soon right then to my chagrin,
the room began to slowly spin!
The chest of drawers showed a gloom
and shining red the mirrored-moon
were on the wrong side of the dim-lit room.
pictures on the wall hung low
and who they showed, I did not know
TO BE CONTINUED PART#2
Copyright © Norberto Franco Cisneros | Year Posted 2022
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