Death of a Nightmare

A Leaf from My Diary, Dated: 23 JAN 2010

mimpi
I woke up to the just risen sun
A beautiful day and the broken bench
I sat there to the familiar half broken squeaky sound
Nothing has changed except the willow tree
It gathered more dust and wisdom
The swallow still has a busy morning
And the sky still intrigued playing with the shades of gold
I have all the time on earth
Had dreamt of the bench last night, I had to come back
The creepy sound reminded me of the nightmare
That has died dishonorably to my dreams now.

Published by mimpi

Mimpi (Mou D) is freelance writer who writes to express her thoughts and views on this enriching journey of life. She is always looking forward to learn and share her insights while living life to the fullest.  View profile

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  • Victorya Hale2/13/2010

    Wow totally intriguing!

  • Charles Johnson1/31/2010

    great job! Hugz CJ

  • Faith Draper1/29/2010

    Sorry for the 'copy paste' comment but been typing all day fingers are fried but want ta let ya know I visited :) Thumbs up from me :)

  • Jack Wellman1/29/2010

    Wow, this is most excellent, very dramatic and poetic.

  • J P Whickson1/27/2010

    Well done. Still trying to catch up after a virus knocked out my hard drive.

  • J L Carey Jr1/25/2010

    Nicely done

  • Memmay Moore1/24/2010

    :0))

  • Kristie Leong M.D.1/24/2010

    I love the way you use words. Awesome work.

  • Alok1/23/2010

    Beautifully exprerssed Mimpi. Everything around us more or less remains the same doesn't it? It's our perspective and outlook which changes. Keep writing.

  • John Myers1/23/2010

    Loved it, too!

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