THE FACE DREAM

Stairs

I was searching for you in my dreams again,

The face that is always unclear.

Stairs again,

Steps after step,

Around 30.

As always,

I miss you at the last spiral,

Either I wake up,

Or you vanish.

If only I could carry a candle,

And a matchstick.

How I wish dreams were kind enough,

Detailing me the floor map,

Before I sleep.

@Emily Parker

Skills

Posted on

August 23, 2021

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