I wake up under our tree, next to her
The oranges and pinks of the sunset in the distance are a blur
I don't even care that she's gone, she's next to me
"Rose, stop stressing!" She says, "can't you finally see?"
"You helped us! You saved us all."
"But you're dead," I respond, "so why do you stand tall?"
"Plus, it's not fully back yet, they're all gone still."
"I know, Rose. You're incredibly ill."
Her skin melts into the roots of the tree
The tree decays until just a stump in front of me
The pinks and oranges of the sunset turn into rain
I run through the dying grass, wondering if I'm sane
I run through thick fog until a ruined castle is in my path,
still injured from its past with the Wrath.
I then realized my nightmare must've been a memory
Behind me is him, "Hi, Professor Emery!"
I think to myself, "this will only be a memory of the past",
as the student's skin and the castle walls begin to melt fast.
Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
I wake up under our tree, next to her
The oranges and pinks of the sunset in the distance are a blur
I don't even care that she's gone, she's next to me
"Rose, stop stressing!" She says, "can't you finally see?"
"You helped us! You saved us all."
"But you're dead," I respond, "so why do you stand tall?"
"Plus, it's not fully back yet, they're all gone still."
"I know, Rose. You're incredibly ill."
Her skin melts into the roots of the tree
The tree decays until just a stump in front of me
The pinks and oranges of the sunset turn into rain
I run through the dying grass, wondering if I'm sane
I run through thick fog until a ruined castle is in my path,
still injured from its past with the Wrath.
I then realized my nightmare must've been a memory
Behind me is him, "Hi, Professor Emery!"
I think to myself, "this will only be a memory of the past",
as the student's skin and the castle walls begin to melt fast.
this is my 18th poem, written on 8/8/23. I had the same vision/dream over and over again so I decided to write a poem about it !!