East From The Orient

Horrors racing in your dreams,
Hot sweats, scorched tract,

Coughs and splutters,
know no one knows, what it means.
I can’t sleep,
The darkness never fades.
Shadows lay deep.
It snatches the old, so it seems…
You cant sleep
Tomorrow blends
And becomes today.
The sun will rise
But the mind will stay,
It’s not your own,
Blurred and deep
No path to cross,
To process, to tread,
Perhaps, the other side.
Maybe me or a might have been.
You just can’t sleep.

© munster 2020
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