Only A Dream

Only A Dream

A Poem by Bronwinn

Only A Dream

by ~Bronwinn

I'm in a meadow so colourful and bright
The sun lets out its rays of light
It's the perfect day for a picnic holiday
The perfect day to spend in that way
Then over the hill so green
Comes to best family you've ever seen
There's my husband looking better than he possibly can
He's better than another other man
Then come Henry and Molly
My little Molly is cuter than a branch of holly
And oh Henry is my little knight
Who will protect his friends and family with all his might
There are my two children and my loving husband
I reach out to grab their hand
They smile and run with their hands outstretched
But the idea of "us" seems so far fetched
Suddenly there's a noise and I turn around
But once I go back my families no where to be found
The sky goes black and the clouds seep in
The noise comes back and the thunder and lightening begin

Then I'm thrown back into reality…

I'm running through some hallways crying
My heart is aching
"Help me! My families missing!" I scream
Suddenly there's the scariest people I've ever seen
This doctor rushes over and yells for others
Maybe more doctors
They hold me down against the floor
He says, "You don't have a family anymore"
I'm stunned, I was just with them
The doctor looked sad and asked, "Don't you remember?"
I was confused, they were forcing on a straight jacket stronger than armor
He looked sad and stammered some words
The other doctors pick me up and push me onward
I'm thrown into a room whiter than snow
Where are the walls, floor, the roof, I don't know
"You killed them, your husband, poor Henry and poor Molly…"
With that he shut the door cruelly
I didn't believe it and cried out running where the door once appeared
But in the straight jacket the door didn't have to fear
I screamed and screamed
I hadn't believed
I  couldn't
I wouldn't
I yell and scream
Wishing I was back in the dream

© 2011 Bronwinn


Author's Note

Bronwinn
It's a sad story really... There is this girl in an insane asylum because she went on a killing rampage and killed her family but insists that they are still alive. Every night she dreams of them and sees them together but every morning she is whipped back to reality where she faces the truth everyday over and over and over and over again...

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Bronwinn
Bronwinn

Ontario, Canada



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I am pretty young but I love to write! I hope that one day I could get a book published with my name printed right at the bottom... I can dream can't I? I love to read fiction, fantasy, romance and ad.. more..

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