Monday, July 27, 2015

black cloud

he said, the wolf is out there
and i dreamed
of a black cloud reaper
shrouded in venomous
unseen features
tapping me gently
on the shoulder, i turned
and shook awake, violently
startled, felt
about the comforter to remember
who i am
and where
i am dwelling now
somewhere between wanting
to hold on and desperately
trying to forget.