Dreaming

by Bekka Smekka   Nov 3, 2006


The sun is setting,
the warcires start.
the loudest sound,
is my beating heart.

the darkness closes
& the shouts come closer.
I'm scared, all alone,
surrounded by dust &
bones.

i close my eyes, just waiting,
for a sign to show that i am
dead.
i hear a voice, a voice i know,
i look up and i am in my bed.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 16 years ago

    by dimitRAHH

    Only in dreams...
    i really liked this one!
    5/5!

  • 16 years ago

    by dimitRAHH

    Only in dreams...
    i really liked this one!
    5/5!

  • 16 years ago

    by MusoXDanielle

    Really like this poem!

    Unusual and theres almost like a twist... as though you think she's dead but shes not!
    Cool!!

    5/5

    Danielle
    x

  • 16 years ago

    by xoxkatrinaxox

    Wow. this is amazing. rly truely is so much..idk. but i love it 5\5 easily. this is amazing.

  • 17 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    This was a well written poem. Very short though, I'd like to see it a little longer. It flowed very nice.

    Ciao, Joe

Read All Comments (6)

More Poems By Bekka Smekka