My Worst (Reoccurring) Nightmare Poem by Brianna Wilkinson
My Worst (Reoccurring) Nightmare
A knock at the door...
NO. I can't answer,
not any more.
This dream...
I hate it.
It always plays out the same.
This bed...
I'm stuck,
to petrified to move.
My heart...
It skips a beat,
as I unwillingly get to my feet.
Suddenly...
I'm at the door.
Deja vu plays out,
I've been here many times before.
This dream...
I hate it.
It always plays out the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 6:07:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Open the door next time, It's me! Great write. Linda