Replay Poem by Nina Wilson

Eyes tightly closed.
Mind widely opend.
Visons, dreams, memories
My mind goes back and replays.

The past of a three years old
To the past that's three days old.
I go to bed and it replays.

Sometimes so scared to sleep
I have memories hidden so deep.
There stacked high to wall of my mind.
I lay back
And let my dreams replay flashbacks.
Almost like the back of eyes have projection screens.
I wake and I almost screem.

Sometimes my memories are to hard for me.
I have life that no one really wants to see.

So if I may ask of you
Please make a memory for me
That is a dream I want to see.