Disquieting muses take over my mind,
creating dreams of the frustrating kind.
They open the padlocks and bring out to play
old worries I thought had been long locked away.
Iniquities for which I thought I’d atoned
seem to have thrived and emerge newly cloned.
Richer by far as though funded by time,
they grow flowering vines that smother and climb.
They glow in the dark to remind me of all
that I’ve done in the past that could cause a great fall.
But when I awaken, I know very well
that purloined penny candies won’t land me in Hell.