A ricochet of thoughts
running through my head
in these lucid dreams
I've always Had
Thoughts of the living
Thoughts of the dead
all merge together
leaving me not knowing
who is alive
and who is dead
When I wake up
the thoughts come flooding back
as I see the bruises
where they grabbed me and said
don't go back
Only then do I know
who is living
and who is dead
Dave Alan Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucid-dreams-3/
