A new Poem by Me.
Dreams
In these dreams, there walks guys
Who are like leachers who trap
Innocent victims behind a box
That will make escape impossible
These dreams keep the young with
The booglemen that hunts them as
The young hoping and wishing till
Their last breathe to seek
Out the evildoers that tore their
Happy lives up and seeing that these booglemen get their
Comeuppance and find the
Strength to get back on what they
Seek even with scars and
Nightmares many years to come
As they fight on and survive that box
That is reserve for goblins
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The Colors of Many: A Collection of Poems
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