The Dream

The Dream

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce

The dream
came to me
late in the evening
as I slumbered
in Fairfax, Virginia
at the tender age of 19.

In my dream,
I was granted
one wish.  

I immediately responded
with the word
'Happiness'.

As soon as I spoke that word
to the right of my bed
came forward
three human-like figures
With no distinguishing facial features.

I knew instinctively
they had come
to take me away
from our beloved Earth,
to death.

I was so frightened,
I awoke with a start
and to this day I can not speak
or use that word in a sentence.

I, however, am thankful
to still be alive and kicking.

I am glad to be here.

© 2014 Siddartha Beth Pierce



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The subject of this poem reminds me of a dream the poem William Cowper had. While he did not wish for happiness in his dream, he believed god had forsaken him, and that the eternal bliss of heaven would never be his.

I think this dream, and the feeling of terror, are equally as profound. Our speaker is so changed by her dream, she can no longer "peak or use that work in a sentence." Her dream proves to be a moment that changes how she interacts with the world, and also gives her a new appreciation about life.

I like the bravery it took to write about such an experience.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Siddartha Beth Pierce

3 Years Ago

Kindly, honored by your thoughtful words



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wow playfully told horror story
loved the you in the telling
enjoyed
cheers Beth

Posted 3 Months Ago


Honestly put, and i like the way you dont write in third person.

Interesting....
Had a "dream" close to this myself, one of the main differences was that they were two "entities", and seemed holographic in appearance.


Posted 2 Years Ago


The subject of this poem reminds me of a dream the poem William Cowper had. While he did not wish for happiness in his dream, he believed god had forsaken him, and that the eternal bliss of heaven would never be his.

I think this dream, and the feeling of terror, are equally as profound. Our speaker is so changed by her dream, she can no longer "peak or use that work in a sentence." Her dream proves to be a moment that changes how she interacts with the world, and also gives her a new appreciation about life.

I like the bravery it took to write about such an experience.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Siddartha Beth Pierce

3 Years Ago

Kindly, honored by your thoughtful words
What a vivid dream and what a great writer you are my friend..the whole world will feel connected with your work as I guess the ratio of happiness is below 1%..rest all madness. You my friend are one amazing a deep soul...name Siddhartha is perfect for you. Simply epic!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Siddartha Beth Pierce

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much...it was my Grandmother's name as well...Love and Light, mon ami.
A. Amos

3 Years Ago

You're most welxome...mon'amie
Perhaps they were the fates there to grant you mercy

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Okay thats a scary dream. Guess I wont sleep now, thanks jk I think "work" should be word?

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Siddartha Beth Pierce

Richmond, VA



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