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Shattered Dreams
Childhood dreams
became adult nightmares.
Like delicate blown glass
each one shattered
by chance or design.
In turn those shards rose
as monsters hunting,
cutting---killing me,
one scratch--one gash
at a time.
Death seeks me yet
still---I hide. Pain
is all I know. One day
I will succumb to that
Siren’s call. One day---not now.
March 5, 2004
