I had a dream last night,

Too real to be ignored.

It started out inside

The mind's sequestered storm.


It's chaos, black and red

Consumed my primal thoughts.

I watched her go to bed,

And heard her heart beat stop.


I jerked awake, afraid

The vision was too real.

She'd gone to work today,

I hadn't seen her here.


Shadows behind the door

Remind me of the night.

I hide from what I saw,

Escape the jarring tide.


I tell myself I don't

Deserve someone like her.

I love her. And I won't

Hear it: She's my mother.




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