My Sepia Dreams

when i wake up from sepia dreams,

and everything becomes dusky and cold,

consciousness increases agony,

i feel heavy, and want to cry

but the leather is blue, and sticks to my skin as i rise

the smell registers into my brain

torn walls of soot in an abandoned building

i lie in the middle, on a hospital bed

I'm wearing my same top and legs,

I'm good, alive

but I'm cold and wet and want to cry

trembling, walking

i don't have the strength to cry,

so i smile

and when my ghost cracks a joke

i laugh as I've never laughed before