That One Sled
Tonight I lay in bed,
but instead of thinking of dreams I think of sleds.
How they run freely down a fresh blanket of snow,
how inside all you hear is laughter,
and sometimes,
if you look real closely you might even see it glow.
My thoughts now change and I rage with fire,
my world is growing dimmer instead of brighter.
Like a dragon about to blow with flames and destroy a city,
I" m scared and no one can save me.
I'm frightened,
i'm broken,
i'm stuck in a dream that cannot be spoken.
Now no one will know about that sled,
that used to run freely down the bed,
of freshly fallen shiny snow,
That one sled.
That sparkled laughed and glittered...
and sometimes,
if you looked real closely you might even see it glow.
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