Realm of Dreams 

I was in an asylum 

On the wrong side of the bed

I offered to shift sides 

To lay where the demons dwell

Laid down my head

Laid down my pencil tins

Wrapped under covers still cold

A patient had scissors 

Pointed to his own chest 

The dog slipped off its lead

And I could not rest 

Old friends haunted my space 

Old faces I’d rather forget 

Infest my dreams with memories 

Crippled with guilt 

I lay by the demons

Who breathe down my neck 

I’m cold 

I stroke the pencil tin

The metal soothing 

My fractured soul 

Anne Harrison 29.03.17

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