A short poem about dreams and nightmares. How we transport to a world chased by a demon, the fear is rich and toxic, but eventually, we wake up. Escaping that demon for another day.

I blink an eye, to wake to day,
As visions from a slumber,
Merge, dance, then fade away.

The fast approach of a familiar light
A beacon, a burning torch,
The signal of a winning fight.

The beast of dreams has lost his hold
He grasps and clutches,
His loss. His precious mould.

Awake, alive, clearing sight,
I’m free from demons,
Now, for a while, until tonight.

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