Poetry by Samantha Terrell: Fever Dreams

Fever Dreams

Are a slow fade,
Silent scream.
The lungs
Left empty,
The mind numb. 

Calling out as
Only silence can,
Words are formed, unformed; said, 
Unsaid; released, 

Tasked with 
Withholding a tangent,
A dream doesn't know it asks
Too much. 
It won't hold back.

We wake
To find the broken fever
Didnt' take.

For more on Samantha check her website at http://www.samanthaterrell.com/about-samantha.html


By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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