Dream Poem by rosalinda flores martinez
Dream
Staring at blank spaces,
entombs me alive
seven feet under,
wrapped in chains.
Struggling to be free,
my body becomes
a sea
of blood.
Groaning,
frozen soul in caves of ice
worms and black ants
eating flesh,
Darkness,
A spectacle – of
ugly memories.
/rfm2000, dlsu
Monday, June 29, 2009
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4/24/2024 10:39:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Your Dream does not give a good feeling, but you put it a good manner. If you wish to see a dif. deream pls read my 'My River' But pls dont skip 'Smudge of Blood' Rgards, Noorudden