The Dream Poem by Ernesto Torres
The Dream
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Grasping my chest in terror
hoping to wake from this horror
of this nightmare
in which i stare
This horrid dream
even it might seem
a hell
its better
That waking to live oh so worse
if i had no will i would be a corpse
by my own hand
that demand
For blood everywhere
to spill
and stain
so for now
This horrid dream
is all i have
Thursday, May 17, 2012
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4/23/2024 3:54:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I really love this, a really fantastic poem, enjoyed reading it. May I invite you to read my new poem called, Dreams Of Death.