Barren Cornfields

One day a bad dream became true and talked to me
It was nearly invisible
But I could catch sight of its half-closed eyes
Sometimes lit up by flashes of light
Getting through the dusk
I couldn’t leave it…
You said it was there from time immemorial
Everybody around, not so far from there
Was talking about the things
Which happened that day
Their fates were similar
Some kind of a God held them in him
Your arms stretched out
To taking my breath
And my dull thinking away
Morningtime, in a place far from wake
You were burning down
Leaving me without a memory
In the face of that red glow
You were screaming within your tears
Without a mouth for your voice
That day a bad dream became true and talked to me