My Endless Scream
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lydia bagnall
I have been writing since I was about eleven, when I realised that I had a talent for it. I was getting above the usual grades for my tests in English... By lydia bagnall
Published on 01/4/2008
Really about scary dreams
My endless scream
Shouting, it's all I hear.
Cars crash, people scream.
This is the dream,
my ultimate fear.
Whenever I close my eyes
the vision of crushed metal and tears,
the glimmer of drivers fears.
In their eyes are unspoken cries.
My phsyciatrist say's it's just a dream.
Apparently I will get over it. Again,
poof, there goes the bloody stain.
But none of these words stop
my endless scream.
Cars crash, people scream.
This is the dream,
my ultimate fear.
Whenever I close my eyes
the vision of crushed metal and tears,
the glimmer of drivers fears.
In their eyes are unspoken cries.
My phsyciatrist say's it's just a dream.
Apparently I will get over it. Again,
poof, there goes the bloody stain.
But none of these words stop
my endless scream.