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Perchance to Dream

Which is the madness?

By John MarkhamPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Perchance to Dream
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Nightfall casts a spell

Of forgetfulness

The hex a narcotic hypnosis

That deceives me

With a morphine illusion

A midnight dream of memories

Carefree happy days long ago

That make me feel young again

I can run effortlessly

And even fly on the wings

Of a warm and gentle breeze

Places and faces I know well

Alive with that familiar smile

How I missed that laughter

The adventurous friendships

The quickening love

I have no pain

No worries

No disappointment

No failures

In this timeless Eden

Just the past made present

Melded into an amorphous now

For too short of a time

But Morpheus is chased away

The alarm blares its warning

The sun intrudes on my bliss

And steals away that timeless joy

And rudely bids me face the new day

With the old colorless reality

And the myriad worries

Wrapping me up tightly

In a straitjacket

Of emotionless shadow

Which is real?

And which the delusion?

The vibrant dream?

Or the low grade nightmare?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

John Markham

I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.

My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.

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    Written by John Markham