Nightmare
TEEN FOUND DEAD
SHOT-ODED-MURDERED
The headlines read in my nightmares
In my dreams
My fear for you
Slowly grows
The look in your eyes
Sound of your voice
A text A picture A call
There's a word
A look
A laugh
A whisper
The feelings grow
Ever so slow
My fear for you
A look
A laugh
A whisper
Don’t let that be the last of you
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Graham Sherwood
Tue 29th Sep 2015 11:52
I think this piece conjures up your desperation well. The repetition works really well.