Elephant
How starved you must have been that my heart became a meal for your ego. ~ Amanda Torroni, writer
I dreamed an elephant
was flying high with wings
extended and ever
soaring nearer to me,
as if it were clever.
I dreamed an elephant
was hiding in my room,
and all it really was
is the shadow of soon
to be doomed lovers' oz.
I dreamed an elephant
quit eating and was dead,
was nothing but a corpse
beneath a blackened shroud,
pall-grey without its warps.
I dreamed an elephant
was screaming in the night
as I moved out of view,
away from misery,
the elephant was you!
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2024
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