Twisted Night Thought Poem by Francois Hoon

A vision disturbance nightly caught
Triggered though by the definite drought

A vision of lost love ugly portrayed
With physical likeness disturbingly hazed
Poor pieces of poverty dirtily thatched
With filthily newlove somehow blinded entwined

Then upon notice a soft pleading yell
Resounding from her bloodcares like a knell
Asking the question my homecoming, well?

Superficial new love instated, shouting of ache
It’s disturbing soul being pleading for break

This thoughts progression enhancing her then
My queryfull servings her timely alter
To shine again the previous gleam

What sense this dream be now?
Longing me again?
Tell it’s meaning me oh Lord, now?