Dream Crashers
Demented hall of dream crashers
scented thick with calamity;
Disoriented visitors can’t bolt,
tormented by a lack of serenity;
Swirling thoughts sit overloading
looming darkness calls backup;
Beckoning for you to quit,
forgetting idealists never give up.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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