Dreams That Arrest

If I nested how could I rest?
While even in sleep I am tested,
By dreams that arrest.
To leave me awakened with questions.
And I am left to address them.
Unlocking from the subconscious,
Of their hold.
To comprehend with an understanding...
Alone to unfold.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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