4 little things

April 19, 2018

A dream
A shadow
A wish
And a slumber

All put together
Become such a cumber

Dancing about
On wings made of lace
My mind taken captive
In this strange new place

Outside the window
Out I peer
Into the changing

A darkened forest
Grows even near
And will soon take over
My tower I fear

I pray so hard
For it to recede
But nary an inch
Ignoring my plead

I awake in the night
And what could it mean?
The answers are out there
But yet to be seen.

A dream
A shadow
A wish
And a slumber

The author's comments:

First, Last, and second to last stanza. These will shed light on the poem.

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