14/06/2021

I dream a dream most often dreamt,

in which I'm short a leg or hand.

In which my sorrows cannot stand,

in which my head resembles an old man.

Wrinkled and bald as a bat,

eyes tired, bloodshot red.

Staring at the flowers, stars 

that stay the same as then,

yet feeling nothing but shame and dread.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Good strong imagery in this poem. Visceral and stunning, which dreams often leave the dreamer. Thank you for sharing.