Night Mare

Missy H.
This is a prose poem written by someone I know

Once, she had a night mare
that he was nowhere around.
She asked people where he was.
They said they did not know him,
and it was like he never existed.
When she woke up,
there were tears on her face.

Published by Missy H.

I turn 28 May 2012. Love my family and my friends. I'm the coolest aunt to the coolest eight year old boy ever. The coolest dog owner to the coolest lab/chow/collie mix ever. I am currently unemployed becaus...  View profile

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  • Darla Smith5/10/2010

    Very emotional.

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