The Dream

September 25, 2011
By brysmarie12 PLATINUM, Neoga, Illinois
brysmarie12 PLATINUM, Neoga, Illinois
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I am the author of my own life... unfortunately I'm writing in pen and can't erase my mistakes.


There she sits at the scene of the crime
With her head in her hands,
Wondering how she got lost in the crowd,
Lost in the sound of the bands.
The sun peeks up over the horizon,
It's showing the end of twilight,
She wonders how she lost herself,
Managed to lose herself that night.
The crowds surrounded, they pushed and pulled,
But try and try as she might,
She couldn't manage to walk away,
She was too filled with fright
She let them make their fun,
Yet not a word she said,
So it was no wonder she tossed and turned,
Sleepless that night in her bed.
She hears the shot in the middle of the night,
Interrrupting her sleepless dream,
There's one more soul lifted up to the sky
And small as that may seem,
It was enough for her to change her mind,
For her to finally see,
That it was wrong to stand back and say nothing,
Wrong to think of only 'me'.
She wakes up startled from her afternoon nap
And quickly looks at the time,
Then jumps up to get ready, afraid to be late,
It's allready 3:09.
Before she leaves she stops to pray,
Pray for strength to include everyone,
In hopes that the dream,
That awful dream will not come.



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