Once Upon A Nightmare Poem by Britt Veloso

Once Upon A Nightmare



Everything used to mean something
The trees and wind in the night
In everything I used to see something
Tunes as we ran free out of sight
Nothing seems to mean anything
For now our eyes are locked
We are in the fright of the glass bricks
We clasp them in our paws

Thursday, March 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nightmares
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