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Hell's Dream House

Hell's Dream House

Sleep is but a hindrance 
An evil waste of time 
To be carried nightly 
To the same old place 
A place I don’t want to go 

It all begins so subtle 
In the beginning a lovely dream 
But all of that is wiped away 
Erased by the unseen 

I find myself all alone 
In a house that scares me so 
Fighting to find a way to get out 
Yet there is nowhere to go 

I can’t see what is chasing me 
But I know it is on my heels 
Through this door then that 
Each one is a trap 
This I already know to be fact 

This place is a madhouse 
Full of trap doors and maze designs 
Though I am not alone here 
I seem to be the only one 
On the monsters mind 

Something keeps bringing me here 
I wish I knew what and why 
Could this be my dreams version 
Of a twisted lullaby 
Or is there a higher reason 
One for me to understand 
Right now all I know 
Is this place is out of hand  

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Tina Moore

great poetess darla think deep much like myself at times  your poems are really worth reading  tina x

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Jimmy Arnold

True that,

Puts you in mind of poetess Tina Moore quite so. Same form of mystical glow about what you present to the table and with always, a morrow to the story being told and once again your image is one of great choice to match your poem...Job Well Done...

Jim

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