Poem: Colorful Dream

Colors swarming above my head.
I want to be there with 
no pressures lingering close by,
where I can breathe peacefully.
You can too but not as well as others.

Bright yellows turn from dark reds.
I say so because it’s my dream and
not the enemy’s nightmare.
Everybody’s fantasies might have died.
I’m still present and accounted.

The black mole grows.
When he added extra syllables.
his character turned bad like
tossing shiny coins into shallow water.
No more wishes to say out loud.

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