A Daydream of Nightmares
A poem
Published in
1 min readSep 28, 2020
I prefer nightmares.
They’re better than dreams.
Before you pass judgment,
There’s more than it seems.
When dreaming of fortune,
And striking it rich,
I wake up reminded,
That life is a bitch.
But when nightmares assault me,
With murderous thoughts,
Of demons and darkness,
And sinister plots,
I wake up so grateful,
To know I’ve survived.
And give thanks to the heavens,
That I’m still alive.
If you can get with that,
Then you can get with this:
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