Dreams
by Patt Paul-Darrow

When I awoke this morning, I had such feeling of dread.
There were way too many things going on in my head.
First, I was thinking of my funeral, and what song they would play.
Then I was wondering, if they knew where my ashes would lay.
What a terrible dream, what an awful way to be thinking.
If these dreams keep it up, it won't be long till I am forced to start drinking.
I rarely dream, because of the medicine that I am on.
So I am wondering why, I am having them for so long.
I am sure there is a logical explanation for all of this.
I just want them to stop, that is my only wish.
I am not sick , or feeling, bad.
And for this, I am very, very glad.
I have no idea of why this is happening, and why is it now?
I will be much better, when I figure this out somehow.
They will probably stop soon, as quick as they did start.
And when they do, it will also stop the racing of my heart.
Hopefully, soon, I will have a different dream, on that is kind.
Then I can get on with my life, get this all out of my mind.

Patt Paulos-Darrow