The Drumshttp://www.gotpoetry.com/Poems/l_op=viewpoems/Your_Account/Poems/l_op=viewpoems/lid=92797.html

by butterflyzrfree

It wasn't as bad as last night, the dream.
people screaming, much discord but, now, fear.
The other one will stay with me for some time
I lit a candle made prayer and more
I was afraid of that dream; won't discuss it
too many demons in that

tonight just a bunch of yelling and discord;
negative energy, I must rid myself;
toss it.
Mind in discord, disorganized, must get to
the heart of this, before it takes over
my heartbeat, my soul.
dreams can do that, you know.
Do not want to sink, as in the other time--
remember clearly that sinking,
that quicksand, don't like it, not at all.
No joke, that dream.

Dreams should be vivid, involve adventures,
love, travel and pleasant visits with the dead
Your mother, your grandma, your grandpa
smiles, gifts, and hugs and magic things
or travel to strange places
where everyone loves.
and there is no word for discord.

This happens, but not these past nights.
Go away discord, go away screams!
i chant, i chant
i need a drum and a chant and a circle
of dancers in grass and linen skirts surrounding.
The drums will get rid of it,
never forget the drums.