the Dream Catcher hangs
over my bed
softly rocking
hasn't been working
not since the accident
images haunt me
night and day
I can't escape them
I can't stop them
neither can my dream catcher
it's supposed to be
catcher of dreams
but it hasn't caught one
not one
I'm afraid to fall asleep
afraid to wake
without the presence
of my mother
hovering by
her hair tickling my face
and her voice
that could sing
down the moon
if only she had tried
daddy said she was sick
sick with sadness
the kind of sadness
that builds up and overflows
now I'm sick
sick with sadness
but I hope it doesn't
overflow like Mama's did.
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