Foggy SecretsA Poem by Nellie JohnsonI'm running through the thickness of 2 A.M.
I'm running through the thickness of 2 A.M.Trying to decipher my thoughts from the shadows surrounding me.
6ft under, wondering if anyone knows what I've really been through. Grab a glass of wine and bring along your most cherished vices. One day everyone will know that you violated me.The rot of cigarette smoke and monstrous growls. I always worried about monsters under my bed, Little did I know... The impact... watching your bones break, flying through the air, blood and glass tangled in my hair. I could not breathe.Helicopter blades above my eyes, and terrified cries. They didn't think I would survive the day,they had no idea that someday I would be trying to live, trying to be okay. I have learned that sometimes horrible things happen to wonderful people. 99% of the human race seems to treat others like they are disposable. Nothing is fair, and shocks like lightening will terrorize every atom of me, and every atom of you. I am a time bomb, constantly hoping for more ways to keep myself from detonating. Someone always lights the fuse, count the casualties.Take a glance over your shoulder at reality. You will never want to look back. Dreaming is the only way to find a pulse. © 2013 Nellie JohnsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNellie JohnsonStarbuck, MNAbout"We all have dreams in our heads, words in our mouths, stories in our skin, and ghosts in our hearts.We are little haunted houses, dreaming." Ello, I'm Janelle-but most people call me Nellie .. more..Writing
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