Dead Enough

 

I had a dream

With the mirage

Of a dark red ocean

Confined in

A many-layered den.

 

And with colors;

In so many shades

And variations,

Splashing in

Like a stream

With a bunch of frozen sighs.

 

Then I woke up

With the cold touch of

A cloud passing by;

As I was looking

Down from the sky

At my blood stained body,

Lying immobile in a relentless blue:

Dead enough to see

What the dream could signify.   

 

©Atique R.