i have had dreams
bad dreams,
sad dreams
mad dreams, and
ones i just don't want to remember
and don't.
if i was bukowski i might
tell you about
my wet dreams
in reams of - quite
cleverly written rhyme
but time, has never really
granted me those,
so in prose
i must write of others.
those bad, sad, and mad ones
that leave me deliriously confused
and disorientated, though even
that is an understated explanation.
whispered through this din of tintinnabu...
what was i saying?
that damn ringing in my ears
from fears of yet unspoken
though awoken already
many times on restless mornings
or in troubled nights.
-emiko_d
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