The Dream is Real

by Penny   Feb 18, 2005


I'm running just as fast as I can.
In the tunnel that I'm in.
I can't see nothing It's to dark.
Until there was a light.
I stopped and looked around.
And there my mother stood.
Proud you looked at me.
You open your arms.
So I start to run fast.
When I'm almost there.
You close your arms up.
Then you turn away.
Disappointment in your eyes.
I start to wander to were you've gone.
When I'm there, I see my dead family.
They all look at me in disappointment.
They say I shouldn't have done it.
Something to make them all sad.
I start to wonder what was going on.
Then I wake up, but not awake.
They show me what I've done.
I look down at my body....I have killed myself.
I figured out that the dream is real.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Mexxy

    I liked your poem.
    It had true meaning to it. I give it a 5.