Dreaming, restless with edginess
In murky, hours of darkness
Trancing back street, nocturnally
Winding up by meandering
Forlorn into moonless alleyway
Surrounded by so-and-sos scurrying
Hours of boogeyman musing
The sleep ends with fraught
Awakes from the land of nod
Gives the bad dream a shake
Cries until the tears make
Then ascends from harsh bed
Bearing contemplations not clear
While, confronting the day with endless fear
With an illusion in mind of head
Of having a nightmare of being dead
© daniel miltz
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