Awakened in a Dream

This dark, surreal poem traces a dreamlike journey where the narrator experiences a series of metaphorical deaths—witnessing echoes of a collapsing world and the haunting presence of past memories.

In the air, a knowing hush did swell,

A whisper wound around my throat so well;

“Awake, awake, it’s time to take your flight,”

Yet I clung to life like a boat in endless night.

I ran through echoes of a world unspooling,

Where ghosts of my past in silence were ruling;

My mother and friends, frozen and cold,

Their eyes�"a maze of memories�"secrets unfold.

A hand reached forth from the void behind,

Cold and familiar�"no scream did I find;

In its firm clutch, a grim truth did gleam:

I was never alive�"this was but a dream.

My lungs collapsed as the sky burned red,

And the weight of sleep from my skin was shed;

I woke in a cradle of newborn light,

Stranger’s gentle grasp drawing me to life bright.

And with that first breath, a question began to pour:

“How many times have I died evermore?”

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I really enjoyed reading your poem. And much like the power of dream itself it has a lingering effect. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.