Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.

The angry tide
The beach swept clean
Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea

The frozen snows
Such bitter cold
Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze

The haunted house
All empty rooms
Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries

The ocean ship
Pitches, rolls away

The storm that blows onward drunkenly
 
All these things
Broil and seethe
In relentless dreams I drown, I scream


I dream about all sorts of stuff. I know you do too.

Care to share?

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