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Return To Dreams
Tired from days.
A long stretch to reach what we know as home.
Daily battles to then finish a week of war.
More to do.
So much more to do.
No way to hide from life’s terrors.
Visited once in awhile in the darkest of the night.
A see through lady in white.
We’ve both got questions.
Why have you appeared?
Am I disturbing you?
Why are you living here?
Who are you?
Did you ever want to leave?
Only here to live not to disrespect.
Witnessed a type of calling in the form of the worst screams.
She appears only for a minute.
The lady in white remains trapped among a haunting past.
A long stretch to reach what we know as home.
Daily battles to then finish a week of war.
More to do.
So much more to do.
No way to hide from life’s terrors.
Visited once in awhile in the darkest of the night.
A see through lady in white.
We’ve both got questions.
Why have you appeared?
Am I disturbing you?
Why are you living here?
Who are you?
Did you ever want to leave?
Only here to live not to disrespect.
Witnessed a type of calling in the form of the worst screams.
She appears only for a minute.
The lady in white remains trapped among a haunting past.
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