DEMENTIAA Poem by The DreamerVoices in my head Competing to lead; I collapse on my bed: Embracing sleep with a need……
Quiet and peace…. I open my eyes with ease.
Stacks of papers piled high - 'My memories', I hear a sigh.
Soft voices -a gentle breeze, Their pitch augmenting - then I freeze.
The papers start to rise: As a voice cries, And start a frantic dance slowly, Voices corroding my ears swiftly. In a whirlwind, they fly and rip, Slapping against me, like a whip. 'WHAT IS THIS?', I scream - 'DEMENTIA', says my dream…. © 2012 The DreamerFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorThe DreamerIndiaAboutHey - I am Nisha . I love to dream when I am awake, sadly I don't dream much when I sleep - maybe i drain all my resources before I go to bed... Writing is like a release for me, a source o.. more..Writing
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