Horrid Native Dreams

if i say i screwed up, i'd mean it!!
if i rest my eyes for tonight in the usual rage,
n dream of an image dancing in trance; in crime;
then i'd wake up to breathe the real page,
the same one that i'd screwed up one too less a time,
rusted, locked in a creepy cage,
lay those memories buried in graves; in sand,
i turned around, threw my shovel off to the ground,
took a breather n I walked on....
....to this cold frosty land!!!