Dementia
Wailing, screaming, howling in the night.
I toss and turn in abject fright.
The terror of nightmares had come upon me.
Scenes of revulsion were all I could see.
Arms and legs and pools of blood
I was standing waist deep in the sickening crud.
Try as I might, I couldn’t get free.
Those goddamn arms kept pulling at me.
As they pulled me deeper, the fear in me grew.
I’ll drown for sure in this pit of goo.
Suddenly, I awoke with a start.
I hit my head. Oh how it did smart.
Up from my bed, oh how I did spring.
I was up until my alarm did ring.
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