ANOTHER DAY OF DREAD
woke encased in a crusty, cruel
dream hangover which has
gripped me by the dripping guts
I can’t even pretend to stand up
straight, bent with the weight
of what I cannot remember
forgotten demon dreams have
filled my night
leaving me sleepless before dawn
unsettled, dreading the day to come
for no better reason
beyond its threat to be
the same as all the others
nothing worth the effort
except being alive itself,
which reason grows more
tenuous with each day
dreams have killed the night
now they are encamped
on the doorstep of the morning
mustering to ambush the day
©2023 M.J. Arcangelini All rights reserved.
M.J. Arcangelini , (b.1952, Pennsylvania) has resided in northern California since 1979. He has been writing poetry since age 11 and has published extensively in both print and online venues & over a dozen anthologies. He is the author of 6 published collections, the most recent of which is PAWNING MY SINS, 2022 (Luchador Press).