Daymares Poem by Francie Lynch
Daymares
My sleep is crowded
With recurring nightmares
Of failing Grade 12 French;
Standing naked and exposed;
Seeing the one you love
Love someone else;
The anxiety of an empty back pocket;
Swerving cars,
Crap falling from planes;
The inevitable chase and stumbling
Just ahead of the apocolypse.
The morning daymare news
Is certainly more frightening,
The end times more certain.
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5/11/2024 12:58:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fantastic, nightmares and daymares duo, s fantasy. Thanks for sharing.10 points.