Twisted Dreams

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Twisted Dreams

Twisted dreams,
A fading memory.
Darkness breaks,
and my mind insinuates.
Murders of crows,
Glide through my mind.
Feathers glistening,
with scarlet drops.
Rotting corpses,
Litter the ground.
Broken dreams,
fill the air with a putrid stench.
This is a twisted dream,
A fading memory
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Zairith’s Poems (11)

Title Comments
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Dark Thoughts 1
This New Darkness 0
Twisted Dreams 0
Misanthrope 0
My Prayer 0
Prince of Death 0
Abuse 1
End 0
Bitch 2
Fading 0
Slipping Away From 1