
A couple of heptastitches:
Relish them,
While sleep lasts,
Your little,imaginary utopia,
That disappears as reality dawns,
Sleep betrayed by time,
Your mind wakes
Up,anew.
Your fears
Laid to rest,
Where no nightmares trespass,
Your soul purged of harrow,
Your heart beats fresh,
Dose of opioid,
Kills pain
-The Forgers of Fantasy
For more such poems,refer The Forgers of Fantasy
delightfully done: that ‘dose of anaesthesia’ —
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