Lackluster Dreams
Lackluster dreams or just another boring Nightmare

I can see those flames
So recognized I might give them names
Searing hair and flesh charring to the bones
Yet that is not the pain, for I burn alone,
Forgotten, forsaken, forever and a day
Or at least till waking it seems that way.
So waking I take a drink
Tap water from the sink
Found without a light to light the way
Walking in darkness before the day.
Yet why should I even sleep
When such is the dream I keep
Would not a dream be better made
Of a pretty young maid
Who came and stayed
While words played
And nightmares fade
And yet
I forget
Who would wish such gloom
And I when I fill the room
With the dark of a tomb
Which is my reality
And nightmare fantasy.

Gloom

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