I fell asleep easily.
I dreamt of gleaming hills.
I dreamt of a great wide ocean.
My dreams began to fade in the darkness.
I built up my longing and desire.
I urgently needed a new day to come.
I waited restlessly as hours passed.
I felt I was buried by a falling sky.
Its force was a startling attack.
Without patience, I only saw the problems.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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