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Apr 2017
I awoke in the middle of last night , while in the midst of a dream.
Unpleasantness surrounds my sleep.
The dreams mock my waking hours, in both, I can not scream.

In my sleep, I sat up so fast-
All my visions vanished with a gasp.
My eyes remained shut as I tried ti make sense.
My ribs felt broken, I had to struggle to move. I felt a sharp piercing  sensation in the depth of my lungs.

Why was and what was happening?
I wasn't attacked in my sleep.
I questioned this once more.
I knew better, so I sat up, eyes shut, and tried to get back to sleep.

A loud noise made me gasp in panic.
Still closed eyes stayed shut.
Wondering if I were to die.
My ego so full of itself, always boasting of supreme health.
Now some strange calamity visited and also left abruptly.

Until we meet in my slumber once again.I will protect my ribs, my  life, y lungs. Hollow givers of life and empty vessels of death.
Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence
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Andrea Marie Murray Lawrence  52/F/Utah
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