Meaning

What if dreams are more than just dreams?

Meaning

by Omegax45

 

 

 

I find myself standing

in the ruins of a city.

This place is familiar.

What has happened

to it?

 

Then I realized something.

This is a dream.

It has to be.

There are no other people.

No other creature.

Just me.

 

As I think, I walk.

The more I think, the

faster I walk.

I am soon running.

Kicking rubble in the road.

Climbing over debris.

 

I am desperate to find

someone.

Anyone.

I hear no sound of

birds cawing.

No sound of dogs barking.

 

I trip and fall to

my knees.

I scream for anyone or

anything to find me.

Comfort me.

Tell me it’s alright.

 

The ground opens up underneath

me and I fall.

I try to scream, but

my throat closes up.

Darkness takes my vision.

I am going to die.

 

My back hits something.

I am covered in something

soft.

I open my eyes to my bedroom.

It is morning.

I fell out of my bed.

 

Scowling, I free myself from

my blankets and put them

on my bed.

I get dress and go

to make breakfast.

 

The television is on.

The news is playing.

I am frozen by the

reporter’s words.

I listen until another noise

catches my attention.

 

I turn my head to

the window.

A large metal cylinder is

falling into the area between

my house and my neighbor’s.

All becomes white afterwards.

 

 

The End

 

Reviews

[Kevin Anthony]

To me this is a poem of isolation (both physical and psychological) and despair.
I can relate.
A very vivid and intense poem, well done.

[Mockingbird]

very strange nightmare. sounds like it came right out of the twilight zone. excellent job.

[DreyaArt]

i often have very vivid dreams so i know how possible it is to have confusing dreams