Why is it that the fortunate
in life fear her?
And those less fortunate,
pray for her to come to them early?
I had a dream that she came
to me in my bedrom.

She nodded her head sadly with
much pity for my ignorance.
I called to her hoping that
she would stop for a moment.
But she turned and walked away.
I screamed for her to come back,
but all I saw was her shadow.

I lunged out my bed expecting
to see her, but was only greeted
with my existance in life.
I searched the room for someone,
but only found a dark and grey
room.

I slumped on my bed as I pulled
my green sheets towards me.
Only to find comfort that
I had a glimmer of her for just
a moment in a dream.
I rocked my body as I feel
the sadness of not being
taken so early.

Even with her dark locks and
pale empty eyes I seem to
regret that she came to me in
my dream.

08/21/2003

Posted on 08/21/2003
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