Dream
Some dream in color.
Of their wishes,
Their first love.
Seeing fortune and serenity
And a God above.
Others dream of darkness.
Their phobias.
And pain.
Hearts racing, legs shaking,
But only their minds are to blame.
Still others do not dream,
Seeing nothing but walls black.
Numb to the world,
Those "damn insomniacs."
This poem is about:
Me
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