Bread, Mister, Bread

Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 61

Another night of vivid haunting dreams
Of a future beyond hope and despair
Of waking up and hearing my own screams
A dystopian world broken and dead
Ashes and embers where once flowers grew
In images I want out of my head
These nightmares of fear feel horribly true
As I wake, a hear a child beg for bread
I’m waking up, there’s nothing I can do
Reminding myself it’s all just the dreams
My heart breaking for the world I left there
But what if waking is falling asleep
What then, I have to do much more than weep
If reality is that darkness so deep


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