The Ferryman

As i drift into another vivid dream I find my way to the underworlds river sticks Sitting in his ferry with the expression of pride upon his face is the ferryman A song from the past repeatably plays in my head Its a song from the underworld of the dead The song starts to play over and over again The words start in song DONT PAY THE FERRYMAN DONT EVEN FIX A PRICE DONT PAY THE FERRYMAN UNTIL HE GETS YOU TO THE OTHER SIDE If the ferryman gets me to the other side I will then pay him a ransom of silver coins Then onwards I progress to the underworld of the afterlife This may be another vivid dream Or it could be another dimension That I have many times been?

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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