Dream Poem by Jesenia Molina

Security,
A foreign feeling
A never ending disappointment
To my pleas for help

Days go by
Like a curse
A curse to live
In a life of death

Friends?
What friends?
They know nothing
They see nothing

Indulged in my misery
I see no hope
No light in this endless darkness
No reason for living

To end this all?
In one foul motion
To jump from this life
Into the hands of death

Anticipation
I can almost taste it
I can feel it
Coursing through my body

But I disregard it
The feeling goes quickly
As my fears envelope me
And wake me from my heaven