Abby Christeen Whaley


My Dreams


My dreams bring me sorrow, pain
And depression.
When I am asleep, only seeing you lessens the pain
But a dark figure pulls me away
And I find myself in a mirror..
In this mirror, I find cuts, on my cheeks, arms and neck.
I find swollen areas where I have been hurt
There turning black as the night..
I hold back my tears and look in the corner of the mirror, and all I see is two hands.
Mine and someone else's..
We keep reaching even closer but my cuts are getting bigger,
My swollen areas are getting blacker..
Once I touched this hand, I was bleeding to death,
I told them, 'don't let go till the end.'
In my end of my dreams, I lay on the ground crying, and my sorrow only grows and I bleed more.
I find blood on my hands and face and once my eyes are filled with tears
I let out a scream and I'm silent..
Till dawn, I am still in my pain and sorrow till the next night,
Of my dreams...

Submitted: Friday, May 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, May 04, 2012
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This poems story is about my dreams I've been having for the past month..and I am scared for it to happen again..

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