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I felt solid concentrated care tonight
You masked yours with disapproval
I leaned my head on the windowpane
You watch the fast car go away
Bitter doesn’t even describe
What seeped into my wounds
And it’s past your comprehension
More so attention
More so empathy
Resting at the witching hour
Yet you rise with the sun
I am left behind
Enclosed in pitch black
Moving my eyes rapidly
But the body is still
We learned that this is called a dream
I feel the state even when I am awake
I’m afraid I’m trapped in a hallucination
You wish I would snap out of it
I’m going to
Lose my head
To the somber slumber
That victims never wake from
You must learn
Learn to love me

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TeKaila said...
Aug. 11, 2011 at 7:15 pm
Thanks so much :) 
dreamjournalistsami said...
Aug. 10, 2011 at 10:42 am
I like the poem, you have potential
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