Lucid
by Fatima Azeem
The Dreams of the Undead
Come to haunt me
On days when the Sky cries and dies out.
First, it’s comforting
But it gets to a point.
And sometimes I wonder instead
If I could just lie in warm arms and not cold ones.
These Dreams take me somewhere reality never could
Where I could reach for something but never have it.
It’s unfair
It leaves an acrid fire in my throat.
My heart feels vociferous, and it fights against my ribs
It wants to claw out and pierce my soul in the process.
So while Time walks away,
The memory of You stays with the pillow I lay my head on.
I forget the night to soothe my heart
Only to stare at the snow clouds and wish for stars above.
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