Poetry

The Falling Dream

I had that dream again

where I fall again

but like before

I didn’t wake up

when I hit the ground

again.

Instead I am in pain again

staring up again

silently screaming consciously

but echoing misery subconsciously

from a broken body, mind, and heart

shattered on the jagged cliffs

of deep remiss

once more.

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