Nightmare Poem by RushelleLyn LombardiOrton

Nightmare

Rating: 5.0


I run and run from you.
I turn my head to look at what you drew.
You pull out something black.
Next I hear a crack.

I am on the ground.
With blood all around.
I must have been shot.
Because for this was a lot.

I get up and start running.
My wound starts hurting.
I seem to be falling.
I wake up from sleeping.

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RushelleLyn LombardiOrton

RushelleLyn LombardiOrton

Redding, California
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