A Dream

A Dream

By: M. MacMinn

I saw my dead brothers tonight.
All three around a campfire.

They were happy to see me.
They showered me with praise.

They read my mood,
when it got cold and dark,
they soothed me.

And then I broke.
And then I cried.

I was sad to leave the warm campfire.
I was sad to leave my dead brothers.

The darkness brought me home,
and the cold rushed me in.

Awake.
Your dream is over.


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