Leavings

In a waking world not as awake as it seems,
my sleep is disturbed by disturbing dreams
that follow me into the light of the following day,
strange companions to accompany me on my way.

Beneath fiery trees, I am aflame,
afraid of ghosts and fears I cannot name,
passing through the fallen leaves of this Fall,
I am left wondering if I am leaving at all.

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