Falling and WakingA Poem by John P. EilerDream.
I lay in my bed, waiting for a train to a new universe.
It comes underground, and the ground under me becomes a hole. I slowly fall down into the train. Before I know it, I'm in a room. Then a store. Then a school. Only my mind can process what I'm seeing. I see memories: My parents, My friends, my pets. Strangely, I cannot tell who's who. I'm moving farther and closer from them. Then I seem to be in the best place in the world. I'm happy. I see somebody bringing me a great dinner. Yet just as I'm about to take a bite, I wake up in my bed. My tour was over. It was time to get up. © 2010 John P. Eiler |
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Added on July 30, 2010 Last Updated on July 30, 2010 AuthorJohn P. EilerIrving, TXAboutI'm a young writer, and I love poetry and fantasy stories. I've never finished a book, but I like to write for fun. I also love to play music. I play instruments such as the Piano, Guitar, and even th.. more..Writing
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