Wretched

There.
Sleep is
shallow.

Where
dreams are
stolen from
comic books.

I mimic
the television
and avoid
the monsters.

The ice cream
in my cup
is melting like
a shattered
disneyland.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to Wretched

  1. “Where dreams are stolen from comic books” … very true. Great poem 🙂

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