Three Poem by Peter Bain

I dream a dream of nightmares
I count within the dark
I'm lost, alone, I'm crying
For three, this is my mark

This number is my burden
I'm haunted from within
No escaping in any happiness
My life is wearing thin

I wonder why I'm here
I wasn't meant to be
Reminded by constant nagging
Shadows of number three

This dream, my life, my purpose
So many recent tears
My fading from reality
Overtaken by my fears

It's shadow ever haunting
It's meaning never clear
Elusive in it's moments
Painful when it's near

It teases me with glimpses
I'm barley being me
I'm clasping on to memories
Yet yearning to be free

I fly in clouds of feelings
I drift in a sea of sorrows
Moving to an ending
Counting my tomorrows

I dream this dream of nightmares
Never knowing why
I count this pointless number
I'm born, I live, I'll die