It is noon
I'm weary and tired
My eyes are straining
No light at all
I'm thinking of a trap
The way so hairy like a forest
That I fear walking alone
I hear strange sounds from the sides
The roaring voice of a lion
I'm deeply frightened
Frightened like a an insect
My toes are almost swollen
In a second
I find myself lying flat
Flat like wooden timber
Just in the bed
It is just a dream !
It Is Noon
Francis Omariba
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Poem topics: alone, dream, fear, light, voice, hear, tired, walking, strange, flat, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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