My Dreams

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I was here and no longer there,
I see the sight that will always be bare.
No longer can I see my self,
I'm like a puppet sitting on the shelf.
These are my dreams; they're what mean more to me,
Its like thinking of an ocean or a sea.
Feeling the ocean mist and seeing the crashing waves,
Or more likely to be some peoples graves.
But as you see these are my dreams,
Hearing only gun shots and blood curdling screams.
I am always alone though people say I'm not,
Though sometimes instead of hearing these things I wish I were shot.
I know its wrong,
I'm still standing strong.
But remember these are only my dreams,
Sometimes I see Rivers and Streams.
But when I look closely it isn't a good thing,
Somebody dead laying in something.
These are my dreams,
Sometimes hearing only screams.