Fragments of bad dreams
Torment the broken sleeper.
Each piece, a cutting reminder
Of her worse fears, being played
Out in front of her.
Sprinkles of bad dreams
Layering the awoken's day.
Forming, a blanket of
Fears and unhappiness as
She tries to live with life.
Dots of bad dreams
Upon the people she holds
Most dearly in her heart.
Will they understand?
She can only hope for some comfort.
The bad dream
Rears it's ugly head.
Even as the sun shines and
Disbelief in her eyes appears
Fear and lost of all hope
Overwhelms and engulfs her.
A part of her dies.
Can anyone revive it?
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