Poetry Challenge “Essential” 23rd January
Memories creeping in the night,
playing with Morpheus’s kaleidoscope,
the dreamworld of another soul,
buried in the ashes of an unknown past.
I place one of my pillows on my head,
and keep my eyes shut,
a million thoughts hammer
reality into an arch.
It is a monastery of some sort,
high upon Hell’s tallest mountain,
the upside down side of life has become
Well, I prefer to call it thus
and cloaked to walk on misty paths
I never dream of saying, “Never
will I wake up.” Have no fear, I tell myself,
you will indeed, you won’t become a ghost
Dawn finds my essential Self
curled-up and sweaty. I let my body
be la dolce vita’s trophy,
Rise, and say “another day will pass”.