I Dreamt... (The Mask)

Poem By Eric Cockrell

i dreamt...
it was dark.
the sound of the door
being broken into
awakened me with a jolt.
i stumbled down the hallway,
and ran into the intruder.
we wrestled each other
to the floor.
we fought for the gun
he had in his hand,
till it went off.
his body went limp.

pulling myself up,
i reached down and removed
the mask from his face...
he looked exactly like me!

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