Now i lay me down to sleep
I pray my lord my soul to keep.
sparling back into my past
The nightmare upon my mind is cast.
Remembering not long ago
When death took me into it' fold
Like a young child awakening
facing the pillow, sufficating
All my senses with air to me
but i counld not move, i could not breath
As i suffered i realized
There was a reason i survived
Inside that room i wasn't alone
There was a presence nor flesh nor bone
Even though i could not see
I felt its spirit beyond imaging
More afaid of life than death
I broke its hold upon my flesh
When i wake im remembering
the crashing of pain and dimembering
That one day a vision forms
Inside my mind a dream was born
I drove a car thats now destroyed
The wounds inside like a broken toy
Looking through my horrified eyes
Some how i love this girl inside
This little girl i try to embrace
She calls my name from outerspace
It's the voice of my sisters ghost
I reach for her but the vision is lost
-Aimy Cryer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THIS IS SO SAD BECAUSE I DO HAVE THESE DREAMS I JUST WISH THEY WOULD GO AWAY