Dreams

This is a poem I wrote for a club I am in, Dead Poets Society. I hope you enjoy it. (It's rather short).

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1. Dreams

Three hours after you got into bed. 

Finally drifting to sleep,

the closing eyes,

shutting off limbs,

the lowering heart rate.

Your mind stays wide awake,

unable to follow the command of the rest of the body.

The roaming thoughts,

Scary

Happy

Funny

Crazy

Bizarre

Awkward.

The uncertainty to what will become in that night's adventure.

The wandering across a field,

running through the tall grass,

the clear sky. 

Oh no!

Your foot,

tripping,

falling uncontrollaby into the dark hole. 

"Where am I?"

No answer. 

Falling deeper and deeper,

your body becomes weak and pressed into your bed,

the inability to tell between imagination and reality. 

No way to stop,

the falling is continuous.

Wake up scared, sweating, wondering what just happened.

Unable to sleep,

until the cycle repeats.

 

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