The ghost of my dreams

yaskhan

Inspired yet again by Allen Ginsberg
I also thank Charlie.

The ghost of my dreams talked to me
I shut it up with sleep
Then dreams invaded my sleep
I caught them, seeing the fantasy
I woke to a fantasy that eluded memory
Lost in sepia..unattainable-desolation lingered
I went into life...and did my life..my time here
Imagery on my mind...some comfort
Work was like dagger piercing my nerves
Nerve cells shouted
I could not stop
Life did not stop its tirade
Its beating
I had this intelligent oxygen...in my brain
Telling me otherwise
I had to go on
That was the truth of my dreams
A semi-black fate.

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