Rare Relaxation

24 January, 2021
by vintageblack
comments 14
Poetry 
A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream

A dream,
Yet dreamed
So true,
Un-told,

And truth, 
Begone!
And brighter days
And darker nights

So cold,
So cold

A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Stoned

Intensely numb
A pen can’t hold
A board can’t tap
A key can’t strike

They’re mine,
They’re mine,

Slim fingers,
Numb,

And winter comes
And winter goes
And light turns shade
And shade kills light

That room, 
Sound-proofed,
In satin walls
That fancy skin
Gets bruised,
Deep-scarred

A dream
Is just a dream
A dreamless night
A dreamer’s dream

A dream,
And just a dream,
And while 
Still dreamed
So true,
Untold,

And truth, 
Begone!
Come lighter days
Come brighter nights

So cold,
So cold

A freezing smile,
Slim fingers,
Numb,
Fake relaxation,
Rare,

Mid-winter

Dreamless

Night

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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