A Dream? Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

A Dream?



A DREAM?

Once, in the darkness of a forsaken mountain,
When the moon died above me like a dead, dried fountain
I witnessed my soul descend into hell.
And feeling only terror I fell and could not tell
As demonic eyes were gleaming
And red -
If I was awake or merely dreaming -
Or dead…

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John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A.
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