A Dream - Poem by Elizabeth Remenick
To some people, dreams are a prejustified death.
They surround and choke you.
The whole awfulness of it slowly filling your lungs and body
until nothing is left but something that used to be.
Something that lived a life,
but was never really alive to begin with.
Dreams can do that.
They lift you up in all their terror,
swirling you around,
until finally slamming the torn and ripped carcass onto the hard, cold earth.
There is nothing anymore.
No one is around to see you, to hear you cry out in pain.
The world is a rotted hell.
You can't sleep.
You won't sleep.
Insomnia, depression, anger.
What has happened to your life?
It's been taken over by a dream.
A silly little dream,
that is forever so dark and gruesome.
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