Ne'Er Say Ne'Er Again Poem by Michael John Cook

Ne'Er Say Ne'Er Again



What a dream to awaken from,
No thought, other than of it, to mind,
Although now arisen from my slumber,
Still consumed by its dense reality,
This dream has me with it still.

What a dream to try to forgo,
No reason can be made of its madness,
Paranoia brought forth as a result,
Ne'er again shall I underestimate,
The true power of my own subconsciousness.

'What a dream! ' I did so audibly exclaim,
Still reeling from its dark and sudden turn,
Not an ounce of power to control its outcome,
Bemused by the wonder of its fantasy,
I long to find myself there once again.

What a dream!
How can one not be overwhelmed,
Be simply in awe of what ones mind can conjure,
Be it's nature born of evil or less so,
Felled and humbled by mine own tragedies.

What a dream!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was written after I had awaken from a truly bizarre dream. Scary as the dream was, and despite the frequency with which these dreams occur, I woke in joyous spirit. I am fascinated by my imagination and do so love it's obscurity
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