Poetry by Jeff Green


Dreams of death

by cricketjeff on June 24, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I only met him once inside a dream
Without the chance to run away and hide
He told me of the night that he had died
The only time I woke myself to scream
I wish I could have kept that dream inside
But now he stands before me like a curse
His eyes are red his voice won’t be denied
The dream was bad reality much worse
The pain begins as burning in my eyes
And dying’s not a skill you can rehearse
I hope I’ll have the time to write this verse
To warn you of the hope that always dies
    You know your span on Earth is very brief
    There is no time for joy as well as grief

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