In Dreams...3525 Poem by DM W

In Dreams...3525



In dreams, I walk through the cold world of shadows.
Nothing substantial exists there. No light flows.
In dreams, I glimpse my future self, nearing death.
A dark silence beckons me. I don't feel blessed.

In Dreams...3525
Wednesday, June 9, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,death,dreams,future,silence
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