A Nightmare within a Dream

When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.

Henry Ford
Image by Bellinon from Pixabay

it all started so well,
when i began to fall
asleep on my bed,
no nightmares to b' had.

when i began to dream.
that i slept beneath a beam,
of the night's brightest smile,
and i woke to walk a mile,
on a scorched, barren earth
that laughed in the face of death.

i walked till my feet became numb.
walked till i stumbled into a stump--
on which was inscribed my name
and the day, died my life's flame--
i stood there, looking at my grave
with sore eyes, i buried my grief
and walked on to no great relief.

grave after grave did i tread by
of men and women that did defy,
the bad deeds of those that did belie
the dreams of those, never wanted to die.

with sore eyes, i buried my grief
and walked on to no great relief--
back to the place where i fell sleep.
just so i would have time to weep,

for the life i did not get to keep!

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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