Twisted dreams and visions
  
 The wind whips through the woods,
 swirling leaves in all directions,
 reminding me of the terror in my heart.
 The air suddenly grows quiet,
 reminding me of the dead calm
 in which I can hardly breathe.
 I can't go on living like this,
 but I don't know another way.
 So I go on twisting in the wind,
 dying in the shadows,
 imprisoned within myself.
  
 Laurie