Elizabeth Darkeagle

Dreams

As night falls on my weary form,
I wish that tomorrow would never come,
As I watch the moon rise I see him,
He stands before me,
Covered in blood,
I ask him to take my life,
He throws down a knife,
Do it yourself he says,
And as the knife I hold plunges threw my fragile skin,
I hear him laugh,
No one gets off that easily,
He says as I lay there wishing he would go away,
And,
As I watch the moon fall away,
He disappears from my dreams,
As I realize that life is never a dream,
But a nightmare in disguise.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 20, 2005

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  • Alex Y. (11/23/2005 11:02:00 AM)

    Awww, this is so sad, but really nice. I like your style of writing. Great work :)

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  • Aaron Rigodon (11/20/2005 2:09:00 AM)

    great poem and yea I hope you can write some more good poems!

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