This was written for a school project for a specific type of poem.
What I do I see coming down the road?
Is it just me? Am I seeing things?
Is it this hot, blazing sun, or this heavy load?
It's coming closer now, I see it clearly.
It is my love I see!
And I ask myself how.
She died years ago from a broken heart.
Is she coming back to me for a brand new start?
She is drawing nearer, ever so near.
I drop what I have and tremble in fear.
She comes toward me, hand raised up high.
I look and I see she's holding a knife!
She has come back, not for a new start.
But, as I did to her, to break my heart!
I scream and tremble in my sweat.
She brings the knife down, I'm at my end.
I open my eyes to see my bedroom.
It was all just a dream, I was not put to my doom.
I knew I should have listened to her when she said I'd be cursed.
Now every night, I have that same dream.
And I always wake up with that very same scream.
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