Bad Dream Poem by Prada gee
Bad Dream
I close my eyes and feel a sight of relief,
Visions of past memories and faces with grief,
Come back to me, as I scream till my lungs hurt,
And I've weaken my speech,
Cold sweat, tears, and agony, all in one dream,
Friday, June 27, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,memories
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