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The Dream
It came in a dream
my face all blue
she saw my death
somehow she new
stay home this night
she begged of me
but a young girl wants to be free
the knife plunged in deep
I recalled her words and began to weep
stay home this night she begged of me
but a young girl wants to be free
the rope around me
I did not struggle
for I knew my fate
should have listened to my mother
but now it's much too late
I close my eyes and wait to die
and finally fall asleep
I wake to hear the end of her prayer
"I pray the Lord your soul to keep"
I open my eyes
I am not dead
Mom has a wash cloth on my head
You have a fever
It's pretty high
try to sleep she says with a sigh
Great! Nice little creative
Great! Nice little creative twist! :) cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
The old days
I remember those days when I was young and my mother put a cloth on my head for a fever. Reading this brought me back a happy memory. Thank you!
No, thank YOU for reading.
No, thank YOU for reading. Its not one of my best. My favorites if its okay to have favorites of your own poems is Miss Spider, Widdendream, The Meaning Of Life and Going Home so if you do read any more of mine I'll hope you'll read those. Theres one, Blood and Tears which is not necessarily well written but it came from the heart. Its about something traumatic that happened when I was nine years old. Thats what I love about poetry. Its a good way of expressing thoughts and feelings we normally keep inside. Btw, handsome pic!
I'll read them
I'll take a gander at them poems here soon. Thank you, you're an attractive women yourself.