Thursday, January 20, 2005

The dream that never stops

Time stops and I awaken
Sweating
Filled with fear
Was it a dream?

I am alone
Vividly remember a dagger
Dangling over my head
Did it drop?

I move from the bed
Splash my face with water
Hunger strikes me
Is there any food?

Feel strange
Someone’s watching
No where to hide
Was that the wind?

I feel hidden
Move to the bed
And lie down
Am I asleep?

The answer is no

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