Secured in a Dream - Volume 2 - Dream

I write my best work whilst fast asleep, but

often lose good lines to my subconscious.

Thoughts locked in a mind that securely shut,

a guarded coffer to hold my conscience.

On short warm days succumbed to stupor fits  

lethargy lingers longer whilst awake.

Rescued dormant phrases from slumber’s grip;

these existent latent words flash opaque.

For a moment my madness is contained

in lucid dreams of so-called normal;

a hypnotic trance of a life mundane

a well-earned rest from the paranormal.

Throughout the night I dream in metered verse

but when I wake, my memory’s a curse.

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