Visions
I see visions that aren’t very pretty; I see visions of torture and pain,
I see myself huddled and crying
I see crimson that stains where I lay
I see my life bleeding before me
Please take this vision away
A vision I hold in my mind
A vision of just what may be
I pray to whatever’s above me
That this vision does not come to be
Open eyes soon shut again
Only to live out a dream
Some of the visions are lovely
Some of them just cause me to scream
The visions are becoming closer, I feel them and smell them and taste,
I know they are piling onto me because I lived out the last 3 months in haste
I don't care if I hurt you with these words, and I can't keep them inside of me
My savior is to open my mind, close my eyes, say a prayer, and let them free.
Copyright © Kathy Kelley | Year Posted 2009
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