Zywa Panic

At night my head is free
of consciousness: no rules
but a fair

of memories in which I only
know the way
without thinking

and screeching frustrations
which from the roller coaster
of my dreams sweep back

into their old tracks and
cry out drop by drop in the sweat
of my delirious desperation

with a grimace on my face
and a word I don't understand
Everyone flees

But you can't help that, says the doctor
Before you went to sleep
your house was already on fire

Poem 1591
Amsterdam, 2017-10-29

Collection: Local traffic 
Keyword: Fear: bad dream 
Keyword: Panic 
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