My dream ended long ago.
Tortured each day, I'm filled with terror.
Be wary of me, I've grown dangerous.
Sweet pain, dear agony.
Take me away from this place.
I'm not ready to start anew.
This place is not familiar.
But I've grown tolerate.
I've made up my mind.
My terrors won't end.
This confusion will stay.
It's hard to imagine,
But this is fun.

- Brandon Valentine
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.


Short Poems said...

Really nice one :)

marinela x

Brandon Valentine said...

Its crazy how long its been since I wrote this.


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