My dreams were dark
Black on black
And they whirled like water
Movement slow like prestorm atmosphere
My head dizzy
Having slipped away in weeks old hunger
Couldn’t decipher if the form
Moving independent of the dream’s nature
Had nightmares hidden beneath its nails
To claw and scratch at my eyes
Or if it was good company to blind my pain
Guiding my fall to the darkest depths of my mind’s night
Perhaps its intentions were a dual purpose
To give me sight and rob my eyes
For upon my waking
I’d been struck blind
E.A O'Connell
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