You see me sitting here,
Not saying a word,
Just trying to disappear,
Into my own little world.

You smile and laugh,
I just watch in a gaze,
Lost in my world,
In my own little daze.

You stay in your reality,
As I behold my own.
You don't know my world,
As it is of the unknown.

My world is a world,
Of false hopes and dreams.
Where every night you go to sleep,
And awaken to hoarse scream's.

Scream's of the past,
And that of which is yet to come.
Scream's that will chill you,
Into a fear that is numb.

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This is my new character Sonoma.
She is a stoat. I'll draw her one day in a picture where you can see her better.

I wrote this poem in 04 for a creative writing class I took in highschool.
Always wanted to draw something to go with it.

Art and poem ©-ME!