Lately, in my dreams

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I live the nightmares dense with reality.

On the computer,

             but my fingers cannot touch the keys.

Trying to read the screen

             but words are a runny fuzz of color.

 

A superhero in an airport where only model planes can fly

and the bad guys win, then the good guys, a useless circle

of fear…death…anguish….anticipation

without reason.

 

Perhaps tonight I will run through a meadow, freely,

and fear the lovely blooms hide a cactus garden

               at the edge of death

               inside the heart of illness

where do I

run?

 

 

©Joelle LeGendre

Category : Dreams, poem, poetry
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