L'aura del Campo

April 17 prompt: a poem based on a dream [38]

Dreams by day, mares by night

Dreams by day, mares by night;
demons wait till lids shut tight
like a driver asleep at the wheel.
They squeal in delight to dump
whatever horror I need to relive
over and over and over again.

You're there somewhere
hidden by others, but sensed,
none-the-less, and silent.
I seek you in life's labyrinth
as walls shift to block my way.
I need to hear your voice.

But others shout in my ear and I can
only hear my heartbeat every time
they scream; No, it's not daylight's
dreams I fear when demonic mares
gather each sunset and softly neigh.
Go away, I answer, unable to stay awake.

KE [177.38] (17.aprille.2020)

Note: For years, I had recurring nightmares searching for a friend I could not find. They have thankfully dissipated over time.

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