Weakdreams
faintly fade in and out
surrounded in static.
Lost, nothing leftto lose.
Everything of me,
somehow unclear inside you.
Chained in thedust,
you understand.
Dreamers, we dance
in the gray rain
of lifeshattering around us,
deviously falling.
Not seeing anything,
but you,me, the rain,
the dreams.
Please don't wake me now.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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