Grasping for Straws

Vonita

I had the most vivid dream 

Of friends and love and betrayal and trust 

All the daily thoughts 

That sadden me 

Wove their way into my sleep 

My craziness, my hopes, and fears 

I felt it all, I was there 

Right in the midst 

Of daily toil

And then I woke 

To silent air

I grasp 

At the night 

I grasp at straws 

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