Reality is again better thn my dreams....

In a room I stand

Dark and lonely it is,

Not a face to sight

Not a thing to collide.

A faint voice I hear

I think mother calls me,

I run, look all around

It’s my imagination that speaks.

The hunger hits me hard

Food on the table draws me near,

I see, I flinch

The Thai food lies there.

Something shines in the corner

I notice it’s a mirror,

Scars all over my face I see

I scream, scream and scream.

Just then I wake up,

The nightmare is over

I perspire, I smile,

My personal hell is over.

Everything is picture perfect now....

No more tears ; no more regret

I am safe in my mother's lap... 

no more night mares , no more screams...

After 2 long years... again reality is better then my dreams.........