PRICKLY DREAMS ~BY NWOGU CHIKA UGONNA
Through every realm lies a mortuary of dreams.
Where Oak trees fell.
There weeds bore trees.
Through every realm lies a mortuary of dreams.
Where Oak trees fell.
There weeds bore trees.
I lost my dream
somewhere, I thought
little did I know,
It was there, always
lying in the cold
alone and lucid..
Galloping a thousand heart beats
Did I catch my breadth outside the door
I closed it shut lest the beast run wild
Where in violent wait it guarded the gate