Shattered Dreams Poem by Colette Grosvenor

Have you ever been smudged into the background?
No, of course you haven't,
You're the one who blotted me out.
My voice is now a whisper,
In the ever howling wind, of a long  winter's night.
But not in your conscience,
you can hear my screams, as I fall into an abyss of darkness,
while you try to sleep at night.
Your dreams shattered by my constant shrieks for help.
well, Sleep well my 'friend', sleep well