Poem 45: Dreaming, (Part IV), (A Short Story Put Into Poetry)

Now that my mother is in bed, 

Resting her battered head, 

I have now been shaking for the past few days, 

Mentally ill in some many ways, 

Now I have been struggling to get some sleep, 

I'm paranoid, I'm scared, and I think I can get a little bit of rest now, 

 
 

I would expect my mother to come in, 

And say goodnight, but she is scared as well, 

Scared of me. 

I struggled to get to sleep, but this time, 

I had managed. 

 
 

Everything becomes dark, for a little longer that one minute 

 
 

Screaming. I hear screaming. 

Screams of pain. 

This is rather horrifying. 

It was the same place. 

I was flying in the same place, 

I began my last dream in, 

On the ground, then flying on unicorns again, 

The sky and the clouds weren't shades of pink, but shades of red, 

Was this because I had hurt my mother, sent her to her bed, 

Not awake, scared, paranoid and underfed, 

These unicorns were black, 

In their horns, was a crack. 

 
 

Screaming, were actually the unicorns, 

Wings came from the unicorn and blood came out of their arse, 

Instead of colourful rainbows, 

It clearly shows, 

Blood dripping out, and realised that I was falling, 

The unicorn was dead, all of the blood had come out of it now, 

POW! POW! POW! 

Stars from the sky fell to the ground, some cutting the wet skin, 

Of the unicorn, 

Falling onto my dream house's lawn, 

We were crashing, 

My heart was pumping, my sanity was thrashing, 

I had held tightly, onto the horn of the unicorn, 

Then fell off it, as it broke into two, 

There was nothing I could do. 

The screams of the dying unicorns became louder, 

I wasn't in power, 
I couldn't save myself, I was going to fall, 

Then once I was inches from the tough surface, 

That was once soft grass, 

As well, I began to scream, 

My soul was going to die, 

As painful as being hit, 

By a heat beam, 

Could I redeem? 
"I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" 

 
 

Then, before I had hit the surface, 

My life flashed before me, and the surface disappeared, 

I was now still falling, and darkness surrounded me. 

I couldn't see anything but myself. I had stopped falling, 

There was a door, which I had gone up to, 

And once I had walked through it, 

I had awoken, still screaming, 

In my bedroom. 

"I forgive you..." 

Said my mother. 

She was in my bedroom, 

She looked at me. 

She then fell, 

To her death, 

Did she hear me say that I was sorry, 

Did she really? 

I remained upset and didn't sleep for a week.