A window cracks
A chill of air seeps through
I lie still in my bed
In my dream world
It hits my lips
Turning them to vast cold deserts
My eyes open awake
My tongue moistens my lips
I sit up frightened
The scope of my eye catches the window
The entrance
The exit
I walk over and touch the air
I star into endless darkness
Wondering
Thinking
Was he trying to get me again?
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
A window cracks
A chill of air seeps through
I lie still in my bed
In my dream world
It hits my lips
Turning them to vast cold deserts
My eyes open awake
My tongue moistens my lips
I sit up frightened
The scope of my eye catches the window
The entrance
The exit
I walk over and touch the air
I star into endless darkness
Wondering
Thinking
Was he trying to get me again?
©2003 Paul Celano
Posted 2010
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