Closed Eyes Poem by Michael Webb

The nightmare
That never woke
But lingered on
White haired
Old folk
Sing your song
Of happy times
Long ago
Before the nightmare
From which you never woke
When time was limitless
And smiles wide
Of all the great distances
In your time
To the dark abyss
Where you now sit
I bet you wish
You could wake up from it
But there is no alarm
To wake you
The nightmare will harm
It will take you
The nightmare of adulthood
When you realize
That you are simply waiting
For your demise
Faking being alive
Inside of the pit
Where dreams go to die
I hope you wake up
But you must decide
If you really can see
Through closed eyes