Death is a Dream

Oh Morpheus, God of Dreams:

Why hast Thou forsaken me?

Sandman lay Grit in mine eyes--

&& Yet, I hath not slept..

(Immortal death I've kept.)

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I've perpetually dreamt amongst

The Living and yet, hath not

Touched Thine lips for

Mine own slumber in weeks!

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Waking, thrashing, heartbeat skipping.

Why hath Thou forsaken me?

Please take my wake away--

And cure my PTSD.

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I may no longer count my black sheep.

Hold me and lay me to rest,

Dear Morpheus: my Sandman,

And my Dreams are Yours to keep.

-Lar

11/26/22, 9:55pm

/I am a Lucid Dreamer who wakes to record Dreams with Poetry./