Dream

My dreams are usually very morbid, this dream is probably the best dream I've had in awhile. Written a long time ago though....Like...Jan. 20, 2011

Hollow beating filling the silence.
Flutter of a butterfly's wings.
Is all I hear.
I turn around
In all my dreaming;
he's here.
To get me done with.
To ruin my life.
To destroy my life.
I'm dreaming.
Probably not the most violent of them all.
He sees me.
I look and he's got a tear dripping from his chin only to dissolve into his cotton shirt.
I look unworried.
Because I'm dreaming.

All the sudden
It switched total different perspectives.
I'm him.
The body limp in a chair.
It's me.
The face of a girl I never knew.
I never knew truly.
I know this is the happiest of dreams when he doesn't put a finger on me.
One of my dreams.
I didn't end with silent death.

Author's Note

I do like hearing what you think. :)

Reviews

[Color of the Iris]

This was very touching and deep. I often love to write about the illusion of myself dreaming... but this piece is also very sad. I really related to the characters in this poem. It had a great rhythm and the story was amazing. Astounding.

Mrs. Wolf ~

[Melody]

Thank you very much Mrs.Wolf. :)

[Shadow Kat]

Wow, this has a deep meaning to it that both confuses and fascinates me. Incredible work.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

I loved it, I wonder what this poem is truley about. A simply twisted deeper meaning and it makes me think....alas thats what I love! Thank you for the good read. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[nigrum homonculus]

see i can relate to this. i have messed up dreams too, pointing at the sky and a tornando forms, being kicked in the face by my own broken legs only to wake up in cold sweat. seriously you've inspired me to write about 1 of my own. thank you!