Friday, March 13, 2015
I laid my head down on the pillow
with every intention to read.
But my eyes were heavy
and before I knew it I followed their lead.
Suddenly I was lost in a dream world.
Though one not quite pleasant.
Autumnal colors swirled and swayed
but still the place was stagnant.
I found that my limbs were tied.
I was bound to a post of wood.
I tried to speak out
but it didn't appear that I could.
Dizzy with the swirling atmosphere,
my head weighed me down.
The voices chose then to speak
and when I couldn't answer, they frowned.
Chained for a hundred years.
Clothed in decaying rags.
Some days they chose to beat me
under their time-worn flags.
Silent tears ran down my face.
I no longer bothered with sight.
My soul was weary, my skin dried,
my heart had lost its fight.
Then a deep voice spoke out.
It questioned my presence there.
Everything scattered with deafening noise
followed by silence in the air.
Then came a new noise,
one I knew from another world.
A buzz like a bumblebee.
Around my mind it swirled.
Suddenly I am upright in my bed,
disorientated and covered with sweat.
I answer my phone with a drowsy voice,
letting go of the dream I hoped to forget.