Bad dreams

The memorys of my past,
would ecoh through my mind,
they spoke only in riddles,
& belong only in time;

I was fearful to look,
past all that pain,
to search out the truth,
that would keep me sane;

The blood of my heart,
& the mist of my eyes,
those hands that trembled,
chained by those lies;

i did'nt wish to live,
but would not seek to die,
all i wanted was to laugh,
but all i could,was to cry;

I could'nt see the truth,
but knew it was here,
my body would shake,
from that haunting fear;

My spirit,it was broken,
& my heart was in tears,
my mind would cry out,
but noone did hear.

-Chris Parsley

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Comment by kksmith08 on April 14, 2010 at 5:24pm: really enjoyed reading your poems!!! : ) they are all beautiful!

Comment by Leslie L. Fiorda on December 15, 2009 at 3:51am: This is a nice poem, I write myself. Sometimes I am writing what I feel, and sometimes it's what I feel for some one else and what they are going through. Do you feel this way still? I have felt that way before, after my son passed away. Sometimes God puts us through things, and we don't know why. It is a beautiful poem, thought you should know. Leslie