It’s a dream!*
I scream to my insides
as I look for a way out of this place.
It’s a dream! Only a dream!
-But, it is not.
I hear footsteps.
Have I gone mad?
No! They’re footsteps!
Quick, find a way out.
I swoop, wave and brandish
That sword that was once useful.
Then I run, and then hide.
I pray, I beg and pant.
But they find me, and t h e y take me!
and more, I scream:
LET ME BE FREE!
But
I
can’t
be…
I wake up.
In my bed, that’s old and *****.
And I cry, because I couldn’t save you in that dream
Just like I cannot save myself.
I don’t know,
if I am brave:
for I close my eyes yet once again
That, dry and glassy,
b e g for some hours of peace
knowing that we are not alone.
That my Erinyes, just like ravens
Are sitting by the edge of the bed
Patiently waiting
Without a sound
For me to
turn
off
the
l
i
g
h
t...
*click
this poem does not rhyme because I first wrote it in another language. I thought someone could like it, so here it is. Do give feedback, please.