Poetry: No Longer Dreams

poetryNo Longer Dreams

My dreams.

Are no longer dreams.

It is no longer the sandman.

That lulls me into sleep.

He is not the one.

To bring me peace.

While I lay asleep.

It is the reaper.

Coming to take me.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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