Collective
bad dreams
Spit us out
of our
Stupified
sleeps.
Denuded
desires,
Chasing the
ghosts of
Gone glories.
Midnight oil
burned,
Moody mindscapes
Caught frozen
in
picturesque
landscapes.
I didn’t
know what to do,
But she
stood with me
With a lamp
in her hand
And somehow
that was enough.
Written for the Sunday muse and PU's Sunday pantry. Based it out of the struggle my team is going through this season.
