A Room

One day to me in my dim room, a dream.

Three days later, a nightmare

Who, not saying me a dreamer,

tried to efface the unnerving

notion in my head,

then longed me to sleep like a koala

I don't know how they came and

left to my head

After a little later, I found nothing

For a month, I marked as something -

a dream? a nightmare?gloom?-

entered my body and then left it too

Not knowing how it loomed

Not knowing how it evanished

I slept and I found it was neither

a dream nor a nightmare

But the head obscured with borrowed rot.