You wake up from the dream.
Wondering where you were.
Found yourself in your room.
Filled with wonder.
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I feel the hot rush of tears to my eyes
I can tell from the shaking in my limbs
I dreamt of that again
The room seems hot
though it's probably cold
but it alwyas feels that way
when I wake from the flames
I could not control it
I could not prevent it
I should not blame myself
But I do
I could not save my baby
I could not save my life
My throat closes at the memories
Her face dissappearing in the embers
My fault . . .
My fault . . .
And it will haunt me till I die
I could not save her
and my mind will tell me time and time again
My own personal torture
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This dream is really sad. This here is a frightening reminder of death and would be a horrible nightmare to be reminded of. Great write and good luck in the contest.
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wow, this is so...haunting. And so saddening. So full of anguish. I know how those types of dreams are. Awful nightmares
I hope you won't get them frequently if at all.
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