Buttered Toast
Stuck here in thought,
holding the door shut
against the demons outside.
Watching the darkness descend
all around you.
Facts no longer count.
It's the new millennium, you say,
that must be the cause!
You conveniently forgot
past dark ages that
have appeared before.
Just ride it out.
Nightmares turn into
buttered toast at the
first light of dawn
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2017
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