Dear Diary.....

A nightmare, A dream,
Or maybe a preminission,
Another of my fantasies,
Or my imagination?

Confused yet clear as glass,
I see it in every detail,
The last breath exhausted,
Will I fail?

A congregation of faces,
A blur but white,
My weeping children,
Breaking the silence of the night,
An oblong white box,
Edged in gold,
The words of my torture,
Are now being told,
The seeping guilt,
The outbreak of pain,
The replemishing anger,
Seeking it's fame,
The conversations of comfort and sympathy,
Through voices unheard,
My orphans hurt,
As the flowers are cleared,
The conclusion to existence,
The wild earth untamed,
There it is....Standing proud!
The stone that reads my name! xxx

Tara Bennett

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