A Feared Dream

This is a re-occuring dream I've always had.. But since I've written this, I've not had that dream. Truely I say to you, writing is medicine.

A Feared Dream

 

As I ran, with nowhere to hide,

My screams unheard, reality defied.

The blackness shrouded me,

Forcing me to flee.

And as the darkness came,

The whole of my body went lame.

I fell into a never-ending abyss,

Thinking of the loved ones I'd miss.

Falling, falling, evermore,

I hit bottom, and awoke, on my bedroom floor.

By: Robert A. Pacheco

Reviews

[Tania Leigh]

Writing is, truly, medicinal. Maybe now that you've gotten the dream down in words, your subconcious is free of it.....I am glad for you. Nice poem here...it flowed well :-)

[Chloe]

Nice. It's pretty catchy.