I just woke…I just had a dream of my father
Powerful bearing self back from the other
Funny, he wanted me; it seemed, from his outstretched hand
To fly with him from this troubled land?
Draped in purple and gold he did look grand
Cowering, in my grey, I could not make a stand
Smiling bright; at me, like he was my best of friend
Naïve and trusting aged six again his hand I took
I got caged in thorns; he grew horns, the devils crook
Then I saw mother with a searching look
Ashamed I tried to break free but was the fish on a hook
In the dark with the stars, got tossed in meadow brooke
Gasping for air tried to scream all I did was choke
Then I woke lucky as beads of sweat were all I broke
I just grabbed my pad and this I wrote.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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