I only met him once inside a dream
Without the chance to run away and hide
He told me of the night that he had died
The only time I woke myself to scream
I wish I could have kept that dream inside
But now he stands before me like a curse
His eyes are red his voice won't be denied
The dream was bad reality much worse
The pain begins as burning in my eyes
And dying's not a skill you can rehearse
I hope I'll have the time to write this verse
To warn you of the hope that always dies
You know your span on Earth is very brief
There is no time for joy as well as grief
Author notes
option 2
A contest entry
- My Horror, My Dream. My Reality by x Simply x Me x.
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Comments
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Deep
very thought provoking words. I enjoyed this.
Good luck and thanks for entering.
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wow this is very good. the way you wrote this makes my heart beat and breath quicken as if i was the one experiencing it. The last to lines seal the deal. excellent write!
Thank you for entering!
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I was going to criticise this for "bullet-point lines", but I have taken a second look at it. Ecrivain01 would batter it for no punctuation, but in this case I think what you have here works. The lines have a regular heartbeat, a rasping breath, appropriate to the feeling of panic, and the waking nightmare. I think you nailed it, bro.
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