Dead Dream
I had
a dream
that I
was dead.
When after
two weeks
I didn’t
wake up
I began
to suspect
it wasn’t
a dream.
I wondered
if I’d
been cremated.
I had
a dream
that I
was dead.
When after
two weeks
I didn’t
wake up
I began
to suspect
it wasn’t
a dream.
I wondered
if I’d
been cremated.
Filed under poems & short jabs