Last Night’s Dream

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I have dangerous thoughts that consume me.
They hold my resting head.
I embrace them like a sheet.
They’re the pillow on my bed.

These thoughts so seductive,
They whisper so sweetly.
Like water from a hot shower,
They wash good thoughts completely.

They dress me in their riches
Of diamonds, rubies, and gold.
In the mirror, they smile back,
Saying, “What a sight to behold!”

The images they provide
Of destruction and death,
Make me smile like Joker,
With a laugh on my last breath.

In their ballroom, we dance
In a devilish grace.
One more song we dance
And we walk at a slow pace.

These thoughts so gentle,
So innocent, how they seem.
Smile and take my hand
And lay me down to dream.


M.R.F.

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