Monday, July 29, 2013

The Damn Dreaming

Things were exploding,

the skies where streaked

with trails of flame.

The ground was shaking

and everyone was screaming.

I was outside, near an old

wooden porch, looking up

at the skies as it seemed the

world was coming to an end.

I woke up. Somewhat startled.

The way the world was collapsing

was shocking. But the details had

already faded.

Who was I with?

Where was I?

What was with the porch?

Was I old?

Was I me?

I rolled over in my bed,

looking for the cool side

of the pillow. I checked the

clock and frowned.

I’m tired.


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