Nightmare
I am imprisoned in my mind I search for a way out but Darkness, despair, and dread are all I find I attempt to open my eyes but they’re locked tight Everything is real inside my shaking head And I feel I’ll die with one last sight Of the crazed images and thoughts Raging in my long, and painful sleep I slowly awake, while the memory of my sleep rots
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I'm 17 years old, I love to snowboard and skateboard. My favorite poet is Charles Bukowski, because of his blunt, emotional poems (No beatin' round the bush with him). I got into poetry when I was 13 years old, when my grandmother passed away. She...
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