Tuesday, May 18, 2010

A Dream About A Son

The sun no longer shines
Through these dirty broken blinds
Possessions left long behind
Carpeted in dirt and dust
A ghost alone sat beside me
In this hollow house abandoned
Golden hair curtained eyes of crystal
And he smiled as I took his hand.
For a fleeting moment, I felt alive
Holding hands with the dead
Empty rooms filled with frenzy
And words dispelled in “nevermind”
I could never wake from this dream
To find this angel by my side

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