A poem about these dreams I have sometimes.

I dream things
that make no sense
and when I wake,
they make even less
And yet
Someway,
No clue how,
I know what’s next
At least I think
the thought I thought
seemed off, is not
I feel it in my chest
didn’t see that face
while I was sleeping,
but it’s the one that sticks

between my eyes,
keeps creeping,
till I call ‘em up
just to find out
click
just what my dream
was all about.

by Kailey Ann

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