Dream Aches
Date
Unknown (meaning it's been a while)
A
dream is like a worn out cloud
Drifting
across an endless plain.
You
could hear a thousand sounds,
Like
the rattle of a chain.
They
may make you scream and sweat
Or
they could make you happy,
You
may make a perfect set
Or
you could end up sappy.
Sometimes
you hear shrieks of terror,
Or
a frightened call,
You
might see a torn up letter
Floating
across the hall.
You
may see a lake
Full
of peaceful memories,
Or
your mind could be full of hate,
As
you wait through the centuries.
No comments:
Post a Comment