There was a time I had a dream,
It haunted the mares of my story.
I had awoken from my bed,
Beside me was a box of history.
A plane of reflection was staring,
My own eye facing the window,
The soul consuming pages of worry.
Voices couldn't scream,
Silence Kidnapping the Noise.
However, I heard a phone ring,
Alarms always awaken the mornings.
Some days feel strange,
Some times have no warning,
On the queries of questions,
Daymare or Nightmare for your dooring?

© Written Dreammares