Jean Hleran
Sonnet 12, Nightmares
At night my brain is an aquarium.
All those I once made love to swim around,
And look at me as through a medium
As if they still have charges to expound.
At night my brain is like a submarine,
Which gets into a bulky shoal of fishes.
They use the boat’s shell as a tambourine
As if they try to let me have their swishes.
At night my brain is like a nasty hotbed,
Where all my former sweeties reappear
And try to tell me nasty thigs then unsaid,
Of which today I nothing want to hear.
Nightmarish dreams are persecuting me.
Where is some place beyond their reach to flee?
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