It Feels Like a Bad Dream
It feels, like a bad dream that I had when I was young.
No one, cares or believes. "It's the past. Let it be done."
I hear the beasts in the closet calling out my name.
I'll be safe under covers, but I'll never be the same.
No, I'll never be the same.
Nightmares begin and end here in the house that I burned down.
Our home built brick and mortar left in ashes on the ground.
They say, "child, turn away. There's nothing left to mourn."
I see ghosts of the battles, but no one won this war.
No, no one won this war.
I wake anger in my veins from the pictures in my mind.
"Don't fear, I've got you right here", says the all-expected line.
I know real from make believe, and the differences are deep.
I can't crawl into shadows, and I won't fall back to sleep.
No, I won't fall back to sleep.
Jessica Highstreet
10/9/2015
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