Woke

Everybody’s having bad dreams,

but they can’t scream,

because they’re asleep.

Can’t fight,

and can’t run away.

Caught in their heads,

stuck in place.

I think I’m the only one awake,

until I’m the one being chased,

and my legs won’t run,

and I can’t get to my gun,

and I realize my mistake.

It always ends this way.

 

HG – 2020

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