she crept into her bed
and flung the blankets over her
she curled into a shapeless little form
and cryed herself into exhaustion
her last thought was a wish that she
would never wake up
again
she stumbled into a misty cloud of
reckless dreaming
"where am i?"
she whispered gently
her words dancing across her vision
like gifts
all around her
voices responded
they were the angels of comfort
singing her to serenity
she grew soft gray wings
and floated out of her boundaries
she was found dead
the next morning
some say
she died of a broken heart
but i think
she died of
a healed one
some say
be careful what you wish for
but i think
only true wishes can be granted
Author notes
Well, everyone who commented wanted me to expand on Dying Dreamscape...So I did! Sort of. I took a different turn, and I think I like it. What do y'all think?
Do you think this is better than Dying Dreamscape?
Comments
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i love this
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scary. very scary. but beautiful. i adore this poem! especially the bit about dying of a healed heart. i dont beleive in suicide beacue it would mean dying before your life was fulfilled. not completing your heart. you must be whole before you can die. and my comment is probabl going to worry some people. but it shouldnt. *hugs*
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hmm... me likes the last line... its an interesting way to end it. and i like how the poem is shorter and to the point. nice job lily. ^_^
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