//i had a bad dream last night {poetry}

i had a bad dream last night 

(a poem)

//

God, I had a bad dream last night. 

My mind wasn't mine and of truth I lost sight.

Worse still, all that was wrong became right. 

Into depravity I was thrown.

Hijacked by the worst evil ever known. 

Humanity had a price tag, like an item to be owned.

The blood of innocent children on my hands;

Human sacrifices to appease the devil's demands.

My silence is what ushered in those evil plans. 

People praised the murderers, the insane. 

I put a gun to my head to blow out my brain. 

They wanted me to die, so I didn't complain. 

Life was a curse instead of a prize.

To follow Christ was certainly to be despised. 

In despair, I tried to awake, but I couldn't open my eyes.

And yet...

 It was not a dream. 

I had never been asleep at all. 

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copyright 2019, Leah K. Oxendine. 

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