“Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ”
― Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project
I open my eyes to the new day
You leave me reeling
A riptide trapped in my skeleton
From the depths of my stomach to the well in my eyes
An inconspicuous pull
Tugging at my strings
Carving a frown into my smiles
Dimming my word, inside and out
What clutching roots sprung you on my helpless mind?
What ceaseless fabrications doomed you sorrowful?
You are just a typical dream
A fleeting image, impregnating a second
The image is gone
Not even etched into visualities of a memory
But the feeling persists
Wrenching my gut
Pulling my strings
Have you ever had a dream that you don’t remember, but it leaves you with a glum feeling all day?