Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Dream

Eyelids,
                Blackness,
                                Slight fear of the unknown,
drifting, slowly, in and out….
A creak…
                A crack…
Fighting the urge to stay awake
Fighting the urge to fall asleep
Stuck in the middle.
Sudden forgetfulness flows in followed by a new world;
The days lessons slipping into unfamiliar patterns
Awake with thoughts of the nights adventures
a new day begins with the opening of a door
but the adventures of the night stay fresh in the mind,
                Until…
Light…
A cool breeze…
An outside voice speaks, dragging you into reality and you are not longer
Alone.  

1 comment:

  1. This poem was meant to show the abstract view of entering into the dream world and getting pulled out of it by reality.

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