Dream

I’m on the floor,
time is eternal,
my legs deadweight,
I cannot stand

I try again,
find ropes to cling to,
I make my way onto a bed

It brings no rest
the room starts spinning,
no comfort for my weary head

I awaken to the world;
daydreams will have to do instead.

Emily ©

Photo Credit: Consuelo Parra

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