the dream

By , san bernardino, CA
as the walls start to contract
and the air begins leaving
my vision turns abstract
while you are gently heaving
the lines on my hand disappear
and the cracks in the walls grow
so when you realize you are here
you find the meaning of sorrow





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ckalani said...
Feb. 27, 2009 at 2:06 am
This poem is very graceful! I LUV IT! KEEP WRITING.
 
samz00 said...
Feb. 24, 2009 at 10:02 pm
That’s beautiful, I love it how the end of every second line rhymes and makes the poem more lovely.
 
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