Shattered Dreams - Poem by Colette Grosvenor
Have you ever been smudged into the background?
No, of course you haven't,
You're the one who blotted me out.
My voice is now a whisper,
In the ever howling wind, of a long winter's night.
But not in your conscience,
you can hear my screams, as I fall into an abyss of darkness,
while you try to sleep at night.
Your dreams shattered by my constant shrieks for help.
well, Sleep well my 'friend', sleep well
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