The Dreamer Poem by Daniel J Robertson

When walls start closing
Doors withdrawing, beomcing
Smaller, going on forever.
Calling names and the shame
He carries misshapen
In his hands.

The struggle to remember
As he stifles the embers
That move through dark matter.
As a matter of fact
The clearing draws black
As he clutches his head.

Chasing the madness for answers
That dance in his footsteps.
As he takes another
Glug from teacups
Swimming Gin revealing
A taste of the inside.

Leading us through hallways
And dark days,
By gloved hand trembling
Stumbling drunk
Over thresholds forgetting
What he let us in for.