A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.
~ William Russ Ricker
Every lively day transforms to silent night,
I wonder if I will sleep well tonight?
Darkness rises which disturbs my mind,
It is surprising that I am going back in time.
As this nightmare gradually unfolds,
I remembered when I was one day old.
To this day I was always told,
That I died twenty minutes, years ago.
I have a fear that I will never wake up,
Without breathing makes me cry a lot.
Remembering it makes me connect the dots,
That my passed time was already rough.
Beginning to open my brown eyes,
I am glad to be alive.
I make an enormous sigh,
As my nightmare shuts down in my mind.
Every silent night transforms to a lively day,
At least I made it to another day.
Even though my nights are not okay,
I will fight my darkness along the way.