The dream arrived again
on the wings of fitful sleep
landing upon the reposed
feather light as it explodes
this visitor without kind regard
for the life that would remain
after walls are removed
only there to hold the tide
if escape were to last
a treasure valued above all else
remain awake against the hope
these revenants to dissuade
their reminder of what came before
separate from the empty now
a void designed to replicate
nothingness without the pain.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190610.
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" A void designed to replicate Nothingness without the pain" Profound conceptualization. Thanks for sharing.10 points.