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ONCE AGAIN
Wake to the sound of pounding rain
The dark, foggy gloom of early morn
The loud ringing of the dreaded alarm
Makes you feel like screaming....
LEAVE ME ALONE
That torture of sound echos through my mind
I close my eyes, pull the cover over my head
....pretend it's not real...
....pretend it's not real...
I'm only dreaming, NO, IT'S A NIGHTMARE!
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| You have a very unique writing style. Please get more out there for us. I can relate on so many levels. |
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I like this one very much, mummy. lol =P your lucky, you get to go BACK to sleep when you come back from the bus stop. I have to ride the hell bus, go through the hell school, wait in the hell school and THEN go to the college.
I don't get to go back to sleep.
lol, sorry, tangent.
good poem though. |
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| This reminded me I have many mornings like this (well described) and most arent nightmares, theyre worse, theyre real! LOL |
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Comment by: DavidHe Online- 2008-04-22 23:10
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| Wow, very good write. A very special style. I appreciate it very much. |
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