I wake up to a bloodcurdling scream.
After endless moments of hearing it, the scream dies;
I realize that I was the one screaming.
Why did I scream?
I cannot remember;
The fragmented memory of the nightmare slip through my fingers
Like water seeping through paper.
My paper-thin fingers
Cannot hold the liquid pieces together,
And they seem to evaporate from my mind.
I cannot remember what had caused me to scream in terror,
Waking myself up.
And there was the frightening part of it;
I am afraid of something I cannot even remember,
And that fear eats away at my mind gradually,
A few nibbles each day,
Slowly but surely taking my sanity;
It will evaporate the way the dream did,
But tormentingly leisurely.
And once the shard of sanity I still maintain is gone,
I will be, as well.
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You posted a comment on my daughter's blog, zymzym, that's how I got here.
ReplyDeleteI would very much like to comment on your June 1st posting but unfortunately I have a plane to catch. I only want to say this when you say: "And as for my dreams, They will never come true" When I was your age, a college freshman, I used to think exactly like you. Time proved me wrong. It will prove you wrong, too.
Thank you for your input, it is well appreciated and will be remembered.
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