The Moon Wears A Grin Of Contentment

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I dreamt I was helplessly falling

But I never connected with the ground

My mouth opened wide — to release all the screams

But my lips never let go of the sound

I flailed my arms, like I was flying

But the air rushed by, like the thought

That I don’t have any control at all — in this realm

And that at the right time, I will be caught

But the scene is a loop, stuck on repeat

Falling again — time after time

The only thing changing — is the gasp in my throat

And the hour on the clock, at bedtime

Time seems to stop in the darkness

The moon casting shadows and grins

I lay in my bed, as if I’m paralyzed

And my dreams reveal all my sins

What else is there to be scared of?

The images I see — cannot be real

But my mind uses my doubts and my fears