I dreamt again last night
Of that same old treacherous place
From my childhood of course
That torments me way too often
In my sleep
In my waking
The constant feeling
Of fear
Of disappointment
Of loneliness?
I suppose.
There’s no escape even in slumber
I’d say it’s much worse
For it’s then that I hear the silent scream
That I keep buried in the light of day
dreams are a curse wake up you’re alive