2/2/16-The Car Wreck

This dream,

it's haunting me

a horrible picture where you die.

For whatever reason

I can't shake it from my mind

flashbacks, leading to panic attacks

all because of that tragic night.


The night I could've sworn

you had left me and died.


I know it's not real

I know you're still here

but it's getting worse

my dreams have gotten so surreal.


Please help,

I'm losing myself

to the image of your death.



This poem is about: 
My family


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