Dreams can be gifts
they can be happy
make you overjoyed
they can make you cry with happiness
or fill your life with kindness
They make you think of memories
or study back your past
But they can also strike you to stare make you shrivel in fear
put you crying in the face of danger
pull you emotions inside out
make your happiness crumble
stake you through the heart
and make you sew it up with the needle
from the compass that showed the way
they can put you face to face with demons
make you watch your loved ones die
take away your mouth & put you in the crowd
so that you can hear the children's blood curdling screams
you can see their faces light up with terror
they can scar you so
you will never be loved again
you try hard to wake up
but never see the end
so feel you must you won't ever fit in again
walk out in public & people seeing your baggy eyes
& scorching throat, will stare
but this only the beginning
of your never ending nightmare.
-Laurel Chaney
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are simply poems or thoughts I have. I have no idea why you'd want to read this, but if you do, don't if anything in here can cause a relapse or trigger. Most are depressing and some very short. Beware if you decide to read.
