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Dead Dream
TM (September 15,1971 / Weatherford, Oklahoma)

Dead Dream

Poem By Tasha Miller

My dreams are like an echo,
flowing through the air.
I can't catch them as they go,
but I know they are there.

Everytime I scream,
another comes along.
It is like the bad chorus
of a never-ending song.

I know how it ends now,
make the dream go away.
I've been having it forever,
every single day.

My dream was shattered
the day I made the call.
You took away everything,
my dream, my hope, my all.

I wish I'd never found you,
then my dream would live.
Now all I do is try to find
a way to forgive.

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I hate recurring dreams especially if they are ones where you seem to be running around in circles or running away from something, or you are unable to find a way out of somewhere. Why is it that the 'good' ones don't seem to repeat themselves. Loved this write. Love Ernestine XXX
NICE POEM, this may have nothing to do with your poem, but, some times when you write your dreams down, you find a answer, and direction...like drawing a picture.


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