The Birth Of Sandman

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The Birth Of Sandman

Poem by: Joseph Owl

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: Joseph Owl

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Every big thing has a small beginning.

Summary

Every big thing has a small beginning.

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Submitted: August 01, 2012

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Submitted: August 01, 2012

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Ugh, my head.
Where am I?
Where did all this sand come from?
(gasp) no,
oh please no. It can't be.
I must be dreaming.
Is this me?
How did this happen?
I... I can't remember.
I can't remember anything.
They are lost to me, the memories of my childhood.
Who am I?
What am I?
Where did I come from?
Do I have a mom or a dad?
Am I feeling sad?
I can't tell the difference between sad and happy anymore.
I didn't want this.
I don't want to be a monster.
Was this all it was meant to be?
The dust clouds are without motion.
I can't even hear one single heart beat within me.
Sandman...
Why does that name haunt me?
I just want to go home.
But where is home?
I am lost.
I'm not filled with clarity.
Something's missing.
My dreams;
everything I had is all gone.
Shh, can you hear that?
Dust storms
beginning to rise.
Me starting a new begining,
crawling slowly to find a new home.
A new generation, another world
where all will live forever and ever.
No sadness, no pain, and no chaos;
everything made of sand.
Peace and quet.
nothing standing in the way
of generations to come.


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