My past haunts me through my dreams. <br />There're filled with fire and tortured screams, <br />Deformed memories of the the things I can't undo, <br />And horrible thoughts of what I used to do. <br />Things I cannot run from, because their everywhere. <br />The temptations of the devil, rejection, and his glare. <br />Secrets I can't tell, cause even I don't know. <br />A black box, for some reason, I cannot let go. <br />I've never seen what's inside, <br />But if I did, I might have cried. <br />My brother on drugs stabs himself, <br />Without warning. <br />Waking up, not sure how I feel <br />in the morning. <br />Wanting so bad to call him, <br />To see if he's alright, <br />All because of the worries <br />I have late at night. <br />When my mind doesn't know <br />It makes up crazy things. <br />So, I sit and I pray for good dreams, <br />While the angel in my head sings.<br /><br />Jade Blaydes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dreams-61/
