Poemdog

Dogs 2016

DREAMLINE
(10/28/16)

nothing
is right
from dawn
to dusk

life
has become
a collection
of minor
disasters

Job
had it worse
but then Job
had an extreme
faith

most mortals
are not blessed
with such
absolute
belief

our stirring
ships
are sinking

sleep
seems the only
escape

visions
of existence
without
the pain

shadows
of reality
with far greater
possibility

we reach
for our beloved

they welcome
our arms

unlike
our waking
nightmares
of solitude