The doors were closed. The lights were shut off. The room was dusty and unkempt. I couldn't see the nearby walls. The floor were cracked as I stepped into the room. I felt the weakness of the floor and I thought I could fall' if I moved too quickly.
A hand moved toward me and I was scared. I felt the touch of the hand as soon as I entered the room. I heard a voice saying Ssh, don't worry and I will help you. What-ever you need. I can help.
I felt safer. I could feel the sun kissing my face. I wanted to know who the person could be? But I knew it couldn't be possible. I realized it was just a dream.
Dreams are what we thought before sleeping or whatever we saw before we slept... dreams are also filled with answer our conscious mind can not answer...
A very intellectual deep poem I enjoyed it, this was very descriptive. I also enjoyed the setting of the poem how you drew the picture into our heads the imagery was on point.