Poem – Lost in a Dream?

Melting in front of me

I see your face

What is happening?

My heart starts to race

Take off running

Walls turn to trees

Falling behind me

Keeping up with

Every stride

Frantically looking for

A place to hide

Run off a cliff

Drop like a Stone

Land on my feet

No longer afraid

But all alone

Smoke on the ground

Fire in the Sky

Strangely I do not

Wonder why

I remember your face

And fear you have died

A path unfolds before me

Begging of me to follow

Crossing a river

That’s oh so shallow

Or am I walking on top

I want to look

But I can’t stop

Mesmerized by what’s ahead

What will I find?

A vision of my own birth

Or am I already dead

The earth erupts

Everlasting light engulfing me

It’s all too bright

Nothing I can see

But then it’s gone

As quickly as it came

I feel alright

But I doubt

I’ll ever be the same

 

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56 responses to “Poem – Lost in a Dream?

  1. Truly dreamlike state in this read, almost an embedded paradox in the lines that stirs you into a perfect moment of “whats real”….wonderfully penned my friend! ~ Rose

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  3. Dreams can be so very strange…… I’ve had similar ones, so hard to describe but you did it so well……. I really liked this…. Each line took me deeper into it and the ending is so real, waking up and realizing that this was a unique, and in a way each one does change us a little.

  4. Interesting. Did you consider doing this in third person? Might be even more surreal if the character in the poem is not identified as “I” but as “he” or “she,” I have found by my own experiments. Or even more removed if the narrator says, “I watched him…” Booahhaha!

    For whatever it may be worth…

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