Umbrage.

A Poem. Dreams. “A many a splendored thing.”

AnotherLousyPoem
3 min readApr 6, 2023
Black balloon. A black tulle covered balloon. A balloon being held. An inflated black, tulle covered, balloon. Black nail polish.
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Getting wrapped up in our world where nothing is as it seems.
All same; still no peace.

“A dream is but a dream…”

On most occasions I wake…
Remembering but fragments of my dreams.

Retaining a mere 60 seconds — of my most charming, repressed, and oppressive treasury’s!
Obsessive* not oppressive.
I’ll leave my mistake.

Once again in means of my authenticity.

What’s happened subconsciously?

“Have you ever been awaken?”

Amidst a Dismal, yet ordinary Night—Seeking The Sandman or better yet craving. A most Tender of Incite.

An Impulsive Awakening…
By an unwavering Snatching of Delight. Blatantly Interrupted; surely forsaking, and
Roused by ones own insight …

“Why; Oh, Why have I arose?”

Being plucked out of a darling dream my conscience has abruptly impose d!

Dreaming to Excite. Waking to Entice?

Watching ones riddles unfold; fast asleep, each evening, despite, tonight…

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AnotherLousyPoem
AnotherLousyPoem

Written by AnotherLousyPoem

Ideas on the complexities of the human mind. With an appreciation for the “darker” realities. Whilst, insisting Hope may remain, unwavering.