The Field and the Wild DreamA Poem by Lisa Parks
Laying in the field somewhere,
I close my eyes. I hear birds chirping. The clouds are rolling in. I breathe slowly... Taking everything in... I imagined that I was in a very dark room. Walls were black, there was just a couch and a fireplace. I sat down on the couch. As I was staring in the fire... It felt like I was trapped... I couldn't breath. I started to panic. I started to scream... I started to twitch. I was hoping that someone would come find me in the field and tried to wake me up. But no one came. I was all alone in the middle of the field...trapped in a dream that I couldn't get out of. It was cold and frightful in my dream. I kept seeing all these scary faces. I mean they all look sad and evil. They couldn't talk! I didn't know what to do. Open your eyes I told myself. I tried but I couldn't. I laid in the field for a few hours. It was starting to get dark. Back in my dream, I was walking in a long hallway that seems that will last forever. All of a sudden I fell through a hole in the middle of the hallway, I screamed and I was kicking my feet... Suddenly there was silence for awhile... Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed and wake up frightened and I ran from the field and never to return again.
© 2018 Lisa Parks |
Stats
69 Views
Added on June 25, 2018 Last Updated on June 25, 2018 Author
|