Sometimes I waken
from misremembered dreams,
shaken, heart fisted by imaginary fingers.
Forgotten, fear lingers.
Poet's Note: First off, if any of my fellow WOK bloggers are reading, click here for my latest A-Z post. You're more than welcome to read my poetry, of course, but FYI if you're looking for the A-Z posts. I'm behind but I'm still trying to complete the challenge.
OctPoWriMo...this is short, a snippet, and completely not in line with the prompt. Let's just say...bad nap? It was on the brain.