Nightmare Poem by Dan Uriel

How can I tell
what it means to me
that if I feel
overprotective
simile is worth
something radical

and the morning
will start again, I
get as much as
me, it is worth it
word loneliness,
it is my long poem,

all of us just tease
me, bone and
some hair,
I feel tired,
the nights are long
with endless days

things praise God
of honey drops,
fall on the table
shines like gold,
I`m still alive
I might even have
time how to tell
when death awaits.

the dream of darkness
to falling with fire globe
down element to fly away,
bid farewell to sleepy eyes
the memory globe of fire

than I fall asleep again,
long shadow flicker,
while my hands hug
my pillow, with the scent
of the bed that haystack
and dreaming of happy days

simile