Poem #2

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Whisper

I walks through the fields of tall grass,
Looking off unto the dying sunset
Slowly getting dark, already?
I guess i have to go home.
The day slowly and surely turns to night,
It's getting cold,
The wind whispering sweet nothings
Blowing my dress around.
Starting to walk, it gets darker
Line of sight starts to blur.
Mind going numb
Heart getting cold..
Off in the distance, I see a bright light,
I now see its a burning house in the middle of a field.
My house.
My house is on fire
I start running quickly and peer into the melting window,
Everything inside is burning,
Everything is gone.
The house is burning like my heart for this longing life.
I drop to my knees,
Everything is gone
Everything I own.
Everyone I love.
It all goes dark...


I suddenly wake up in a cold sweat,
Breathing heavily.
Getting up quickly,
I run around the house
Touching everything,
To see if it is real.
It's all real, is it?
It is, is it not?
I guess my imagination is wilder at night
The calmness of the rain
The humming of the crickets.
I am all good now,
I am all good
I am all
I am
I

-Jazzi-

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