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in the dream a Wild Voice said this is a pocket door YOU slide in there now I answered I'm sorry (why am I so sorry?) I don't want to and I don't think I will fit in the fog a lost coyote howled and I knew I too was lost sliding into the pocket door was my cost now hide the Dream Voice vilely commanded I don't think I said to It I want to understand this You will It said all too soon enough: this is your corner the place where your pain has placed you its the spot now where I have shamed you its your new dark world your solemn secret spot I think...Its bright teeth sparked and gleamed (its all you've really got) I don't like You I told the Dream Voice Your tone's insincere and mean if You recommend this pocket door so much maybe its actually meant for You It is you this is Your Dream the forlorn coyote howled even louder but I turned and snarled and the pocket door disappeared like a poof of grey cinder-laden snow sifting sideways into a pool of melting black I looked upon myself with regret and disgust and wondered at how I lacked and then I woke up LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS DREAM POEM 3:17am PST 8-1-2019 time/date stamped AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET/WRITE MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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