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Full Moon In My Darkest Dream

Babies cry while the wolves thrive

By Miss RiyaPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
Full Moon In My Darkest Dream
Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash

I had a dream so wild and dark

I found myself lost in an Indian forest park

The trees were tall, the air was still

But something lurked, an unseen thrill

I heard the howls of wild wolves close by

Their cries sent shivers down my spine

I tried to run, but my feet were stuck

I was trapped, with nowhere to duck

Then I heard it, a baby's cries

It was the same one that had died

In a hospital bed, just the other day

I saw it happen, in a cruel display

But in my dream, the baby was alive

Trapped in a cage, barely able to thrive

I tried to save it, but it was too late

The wolves closed in, it was my fate

I woke up in a cold sweat

This crazy dream, I'll never forget

The crying screams, the wild wolves' song

It all lingered, even after I was gone


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Miss Riya

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