The poetry of Kris Mercer
I once had a dream, like bubbles floating on clouds forever free.
The bubbles burst.
The clouds opened and rained down on my dreams.
There is no life without sleep.
With sleep comes dreams.
No life, no sleep.
No shattered dreams.
Lock up your heart, throw away the key.
Allow no one entry.
Lest they be the night.
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