eyes growing tired,
with the promise of a dream,
one so filled with laughfter,
and happiness it seems,
than the colours start to fade,
and the smiles disapear,
my happiness soon replaced,
with sadness and with fear,
my heart soon beats faster,
as i race to find an door,
i than start to wonder,
what are dreams and nightmares for?
Author notes
short poems
A contest entry
- I Love Short Poems by silverscent.
430 points, ended March 11, 2007, 27 entries
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Comments
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The concluding question was good. The poem had a nice rhythmatic beat to it aswell. You have a spelling mistake on the fourth line. Thanks for entering nevertheless.

