Poem a day- April 15th

A Scream Within a Dream

It was not a war –
With bombs and shell blasts,
It was not a man.
We could not blame it on the women,
Whose children hovered near her breast.
It was not screaming, raging, grinding pain-there wasn’t any.

It just ended,
It just ended.

We couldn’t hear,
We couldn’t see.
We could feel the echo,
Like a sonic boom.
It felt like acid rain.
They lined the ramparts,
All of them staring down.

And then it ended,
It just ended.

It vibrated the windows,
It shattered the bulbs.
Bones are still vibrating,
Like they do in winter’s smog.
They stood dead central,
Gathered in the center.
Raggedy and torn
Bruised and battered.

And then she screamed
Then she screamed
It hurt all who heard it
And sent chills all around

Then it ended.
It just ended.

A Dream Within A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?



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