Dark Guardian

Rookie - 0 Points (5/14/1993 / In a dark cave)

My Fearful Dream


I woke up this morning
I woke up in tears
I woke up wondering
What are my fears?

People never really
Give it much thought
As to what they fear in life
Until their bodies begin to rot.

I started wondering this
Because I began to experience them
And I never thought I would fear anything at all
Until this very morning.

I thought I would lose everyone
Every person I care for
They were all gone and I was all alone
I then felt pain deep in my hearts core.

I couldn't take it anymore
I suddenly lept out of bed
My mind was spinning out of control
As I went downstairs to confront my fears.

I wanted my dream
To stay a dream
I told myself it couldn't be true
Then I realized.......I was still dreaming.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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  • Rookie - 61 Points Vipins Puthooran (12/24/2011 5:17:00 AM)

    I tasted the hatred from my beloved friend,
    they broken my heart
    But still I dream for new hopes! ! !
    A good poem! ! ! ! 10++ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 61 Points Vipins Puthooran (12/24/2011 5:15:00 AM)

    I tasted the hatred from my beloved friend,
    they broken my heart
    But still I dream for new hopes! ! !
    A good poem! ! ! ! 10++ (Report) Reply

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