Broken Dreams

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Broken Dreams

I know he is here
I can feel inside me that certain fear.
His slow but heavy footsteps I can hear,
And a cold and chilling breeze that brush through my ear.

I look around me,
But I saw no shadows or a single soul.
Only whispering voices fading slowly;
As they bounced and echoed against the wall.

And silence took over as I shivered on the floor,
With my head between my knees,
Rocking, crying, no more...no more.
Then darkness started to surround me,
Losing all faith and all my sanity.
For he is here, here to take me away,
Take my borrowed life that I have to pay.

So with a single stroke, I let it go.
The life in me I just let it flow.
For after all that is said and done,
All my fears and sadness, they are all but gone.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

erselor’s Poems (2)

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