Tessa Lomoro '26
I stood on clouds of cotton candy.
I picked money growing on a tree.
I walked through colorful forests.
I felt as though I was three.
I ran and hopped and jumped.
In joy and gladness and glee.
The breeze in my face, breathing cinnamon-scented air,
I was enthusiastic as can be.
But when things took a shift,
The happiness vanished before I could see.
My world began to crumble,
From stone, mud, and debris.
Dark clouds painted the sky,
I sent a begged plea.
A rushing water drowned me, making it difficult to breath,
I never even liked the sea.
My head pounding, my heart racing,
With no one in sight, I only yearned to be free.
The sounds of a motor in my ear,
Pain scorching my skin as if burned by tea.
How did my dream wonderland fade?
When would this nightmare end and leave me?
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