Remedy of Memory
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Last published Fri, Jun 12, 2015
The room is dark. I can't see or hear anything. I don't know where I am. I'm scared, terrified for fact.
So blind.
So clueless.
So lonely.
Then I hear a soft cry like scream.
It was a mans voice.
After the scream a silence swept the room once again. Two or three minutes later a child's voice spoke. They slowly said hello with a quivered but soft sound.
I said nothing.
They shortly spoke again
"Where's your remorse?"
The room light and I awoke.
These dreams have been happening for
as long as I can remember.
Some I faintly remember but the child always speaks the same words.
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