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Nightmare
by Brynn Dizack
She raises her head and looks towards the skies
And through the morn, a blackbird flies
She weeps with anguish and despair
He tortures her with this nightmare
The earth is black, the sky is gray
Theres thorns inside the bed she lay
Upon
In this cold dreary dream
There is a light, a flowing stream
Of energy, of hope, and trust;
She cannot see, but fight she must
Against the strong forbidding gloom
That echoes through the twisted room
And beckons her
To wander near; It drinks her tears and grasps her face
All is gone, but in her haste
To find the torment at all costs; to find the light before its lost
Shell try to fight, but she will fall
The blackbird sings his haunting call
And what she died for, what was gone
Was never really there at all
09/24/2001 Posted on 09/24/2001
Copyright © 2024 Brynn Dizack
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