Troubled, by these dreams, and I can’t tell why, I mean, you always showed up in them, and, we’d, carried on in pointless conversation as we’d done, and yet, you’d always, gotten up, then, turned away from me, then, you’d, vanished, and I’d, waken up…
Troubled, by these dreams, of you, of me, of us, of this life we were, supposed to share, but, we’d not, shared anything, save for, those, broken dreams, here, and there. Troubled, by these dreams, I don’t know why, and I guess, I’ll just have to, let them, run their courses with me, until, my mind’s, done, playing, fidgeting, with these dreams that’d become, troubling to me, then, perhaps, all of it would, stop, finally!
Troubled, by these dreams, I will NEVER be again, and you will NEVER touch me, or my DEAD daughter, and F.Y.I., when I’d dreamed (yeah, I do that some nights still), I’d dreamed about, my two boys, and some other, incomprehensible things, that seemed to be, totally, unrelated to, this life I’d, lived thus far…
Troubled, by these dreams, I’d been, for way too long in my former life already, and now, after I had, DIED (back in ’08???), I’d, put an end, to these god DAMN nightmares I’d, lived in for so long, and so, perhaps, that is why, I’d, not dreamed at all these past, couple of months, who knows???