I Write my Nightmares
Before.... they happen,
that's why....
I have no dreams!
For those of us,
who've, breathed .....
deathś, airs.
We ponder the mysteries....
Of life,....and of love.
Only ever understanding
The morbid side, of it all.
For unlike love.
Death bodes no hope, no pain, no..... promise!
And, it's
An Infinite ...... Dream!
Giajl © Jim Love