Screaming out of a dream
tears drying on my face
screaming at a brick wall
that was once a bomb shelter
The gunfire still in my ears
of words spoken months ago
empty shells on the ground
now no power left in them
Old paintings behind my bed
abandoned and yellowed memories
unchanging like food rations
I get out of my bed quickly
escaping from the visions
a reaching hand, saving me
from falling off a chair
I run to my door and grab
the handle being a lever
for the overflowing boiler
As I exit the room anxious
like an auditioning actor
I feel the sun greet me
that's when I know
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Screaming out of a dream
tears drying on my face
screaming at a brick wall
that was once a bomb shelter
The gunfire still in my ears
of words spoken months ago
empty shells on the ground
now no power left in them
Old paintings behind my bed
abandoned and yellowed memories
unchanging like food rations
I get out of my bed quickly
escaping from the visions
a reaching hand, saving me
from falling off a chair
I run to my door and grab
the handle being a lever
for the overflowing boiler
As I exit the room anxious
like an auditioning actor
I feel the sun greet me
that's when I know
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