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In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
I never would have thought in 8th grade that creepy Poe would someday be the poet whose poetry so effortlessly captures the anguish of my tortured soul. I can't decide if my dreams are cruel or the only thing keeping me sane. I feel like I'm alive in my sleep and asleep in my life. When you two departed the earth something extinguished in me. I keep wondering if our souls are fireflies trapped inside and when your fireflies escaped the mangled steel frame where your bodies rest within, mine departed at the same time. I feel like I am in limbo and waiting for life to actually resume. Death isn't the end, but the true beginning.