I arose entombed
By bodies like a cocoon
From a coffin nestled atop
With no answers that I sought
Utter silence they speak not
In another realm they walk
Reaper hath harvest her crop
Granted to by father time
With whom she has intertwined
I shall be the seed that's sown
When all is dust and breathes no more
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Dreamer's Watch
PoetryWhen we fall asleep at night we enter a world of wonders and terror. Our dreams tell us a lot about ourselve and everything around us. So to make the madness more fun I'll be sharing them with you as poems
