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Bad Dream
by Kaylee
Coats
Copyright 2010 All rights reserved
Help! I can’t get out of this dream within a dream. I cannot feel
my toes again and my fingers have gone numb.
I try to wake up, but all I want to do is sleep, my heart and soul are tired.
I think I wake up, but then I realize I’m still in a dream, only to
awaken again.
What is the dream? Is my life real? Is this my family and my house? Children
running around; I know that they are familiar, but I cannot place who they
are.
I want to go back in time, and be a child again. Things were so much simpler
when everyone was your friend.
Fuck! Where am I? I wander down the street. The streets I know keep changing,
and I can barely stay on my feet.
Someone has been following me, but I cannot run as my legs are far too heavy.
I walk as fast as I can, but I know with every turn I make I get closer
to a dead end.
The moon is shining down on me through the wavy ether. I can feel myself
sinking down and the follower advances only to disappear and I wake up once
again.
What is it this time? I’m sitting on my couch. Something’s blaring
on the radio, and the people next to me are making out. I want to tell them
to stop, but what kind of message does that send?
Upside down, on the ceiling, I look upon my own face. I tell myself to keep
on traveling until I get to a better place.