What was only a DreamA Poem by AspalaMy brother had committed suicide and I had this dream about him, so I came up with this poem.As I lay my Head to rest I try to think of the best. I turn to lie on my side This is the day my Brother died Closed eyes As hours pass by Knock, Knock, Knock I hear knocks on the front door Who comes to our house at 4? Wide Awake Unaware like a snake Slowly creaking up the stairs Squeak, Squeak, Creeeeaaaak On the back of my neck are standing hairs He wakes me up with a gentle hello While I’m sitting there wimpy like Jell-O He says, “ I’m here “ Why do I have so much fear? He’s alive and well Everyone ring the bell My brother is here with his Avenged Sevenfold Shirt Happy and well, like he never got hurt. Mud and dirt all over his body and shoes What should I do? In the Morning, I take him to school To show how cool (it is that my brother is back) We laugh and have fun The day is not almost done When it hit noon He said see you soon He came back at night And said “I’m Alright I have to go” Why? “Because I said so” Although it seems (real) © 2015 AspalaReviews
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