A Dream - Poem by Clove Beatty
Most of the time I don't remember what I dream
or I dream of a vast nothingness.
That is, if they're even there,
you cant tell
there's no way to tell
your slowly going insane trying it find the edges,
to find out if they are even there,
you try to scream but no one can here you,
you cant here you.
you try to make sure that your eyes are open
so you close them and open them again
and you are awake,
staring into your dark room still trying to make sense of it all
but you cant
because there's nothing to made sense of.
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