I can slowly feel my eyes closing,
Slightly drifting into sleep.
The atmosphere seems so peaceful,
And all images start to blur as I fall into deep sleep.
Repressed memories cross my mind,
But still I remain silent and numb.
The memories form into a film strip
that haunts me as I sleep.
I see myself crying in panic,
With no way out and no escape.
I'm alone with my own image staring back at me
I slam my fists across the image
and see it slowly crack and shatter before my eyes.
I'm nothing but a shattered dream,
Forgotten and lost in the cruel world.
-AmB
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PoesíaWhat I write is what I feel and think. My poetry comes from things that inspire me such as the things that I see daily. Writing is my escape and life. I write to dress, express, and impress myself and others. Special dedication to Mrs.Quintero for h...
