Dreams
I fell asleep and dreamed a dream
With vivid, bright, familiar scenes
And someone new, I knew before
But I'm unsure just what this means
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I burst awake, with pounding pulse
Just what was done? Just what was told?
My ears intent to hear a noise
My breath is quick, my skin is cold
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I lay back down to catch a wink
I try and try, then think and think
I don't know what: I'm out of sync!
I'm going nuts; I'm on the brink
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I'll sleep again, to try to bring
That fleeting dream, or anything
Into my mind, and see again
The vivid scene to which I cling
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by David C Rogers
This poem is about:
Me