A dark dream

I didn’t know what had woke me up.
I looked around into the dark night.
The broken glass on the window pane
Lit up by stars in the dark skies.
The trees in the distant horizon
Look like a dark stroke of the brush.

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The ceiling fan on the high roof
Creaking and grinding in protest
Serves to wake up more than cool.
My throat is parched and my head hurts
The air in the room has ceased to flow
I raise the mosquito net and step outside
Fumble with the latch in the dark.
With a crash the bolt slides in the lock
Pulling a bit of finger skin too.
The door creaks on the rusted hinge
And swings out as the breeze is sucked in.

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I step out into the pitch dark night
The air feels cool on my sweaty hair.
I walk few steps on the dusty path
And sit down on the rusted bench.
Feet tap dances on unsteady tiles,
Time stands still like a stagnant stream.
Words loose meaning on the long lost trail,
Paths falter in search of broken dreams.

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The herd has run on nubile grounds,
Leaving the stragglers and dreamers behind.
The grass grazed clean by the runners,
The tired souls killed by their greedy mind.
And then it comes to me again
The sound that woke me from my sleep.

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A drum beats somewhere in the dark
From the side of the village stream.
And another starts its drumming beat
The beat that woke me from my dream.
I raise my eyes on the path to the stream
The woods look dark on the pathway
I see some small light flickering within
Are those fireflies or fires going thin,
Or are they lost souls just like mine!

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