Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Bad Dream

Amid my slumber it did seem

Some meddlesome ghost from my past had

To bother me with a dark dream

Of taking me back to times bad

When I was a youth left alone

In an old house falling apart.

Parents dead, I was on my own,

And sobbing from a broken heart.

A time and place so long ago

When such a weak willed one was me.

I vowed never again feel so

Helpless and hopeless ever be.

My wakening does intervene,

On satin sheets still rich and mean.