Thursday June 29, 2008
Hmm... I will tell you a poem I wrote:
Quickly pacing,
Back and forth.
From the white swing,
To the porch.
Thinking, thinking,
Of nothing more,
Then the time she had fallen,
One the kitchen floor.
Shaking, shaking.
Scared to death,
And it could be her,
Her last breath.
Faint talking,
Can't respond,
Blinking lights,
A loud siren.
Rushing, rushing.
Spinning and hurting,
Flashbacks of death,
Quiet hushing.
She was scared,
Her eyes back in place,
It all stopped,
The mind race.
Flinging up,
Clutching tight,
Weary eyes,
What a night.
The silk nightgown,
Sticking to her body,
Tears rolled down,
And screams of "MOMMY!"
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Yeah, not real or true.
I was bored, so made it for you.
It has happened, those bad night scares.
Dream some more, if you dare.
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