Haunted Poem by Jade Harmony

Dreams are my escape-
I repeat over and over.
As my wings open
With a flurry-
Of oranges, yellows, and blues.
The exhilaration of freedom.
Is suppressed by your
inflicted pain.
I am not free-
I remind myself.
Even if my wings
Lose their chains.
I wish I could dream,
Of the clear skies.
Full of innocent
Happiness.
But you even haunt my
Dreams.
Much like a grim reaper.
Telling me that-no matter
How far I go
Here in this place.
In reality I am still in
Your hell.