I Was Bitter Upon Waking

I was bewildered upon waking from a dream;

Brought back by a roll of thunder,

From a dream that was apparently not mine to keep.

I was bitter upon waking, as I thought the dream

Was to belong properly to the poet, under

Which ever of reality's shrieks, he continued to seek.

I guess I was wrong.

I know I've been wrong about these things before.

It isn't new.

But disheartening, all the same.

So I sat there quietly the night through,

As with the loss of the dream,

There wasn't much else to do.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

I like the mater-of -factness of this writing. Yes, there it is. Deal with it.

[Louis McKraker]

Thank you delmar.