Infected Dreams

All the things that keep me up at night,
All the things that just aren't right.

Infected dreams that will never end,
A broken heart that will not mend.

Secrets that go untold,
Watching my sad life unfold.

Not sure what to do,
Because nothing I do is true.

I am living a lie,
Wishing to myself to die.

My dreams are infected by my worst fears,
And my face is stained with my tears.

So I am up all night long,
Because honestly I don't belong.

I don't belong living a life that's been through hell,
My life is just an empty shell...

Of someone infected by her dreams.



Poetry by Shannon Ann Britto
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Written on 2017-05-23 at 21:32

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This sounds so much like my life.
Shame we have to go thru it.
Well done.
2017-05-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Why I write, for one
helps to make a kind
of sence
when seeing it all before
my eyes
ken :) ;)
2017-05-23