dream

Location

109 S Royal Ascot
United States
36° 10' 25.7736" N, 115° 19' 10.3476" W

 

The night before last, when I laid down in bed

A familiar dream wandered into my head.

 

I was an apartment, that I knew was my own.

Outside the window, the square was covered in snow.

 

When I turned over in bed, laid next to me was a girl,

Her breathing was soft, and I knew she was my world.

 

I was hit with a feeling, like a fire in my chest,

I had gave everything, and time was all I had left.

 

It wasn’t just sacrifice, and I was happy;

I could see what I’d done sprawled before me.

 

A new home for my sister, a wedding for my brother,

A life for my friends, and a proper grave for my mother.

 

I blinked away the tears, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly life didn’t seem all that complex.

 

I sat on the balcony, and had a smoke,

The air was quiet, as if the earth had not yet spoke.

 

Footsteps behind, and an arm on my shoulder,

whisper in my ear, unmistakably hers.

 

Breath left my lungs, wrenched from my grasp,

I tried screaming for help, but my voice was a rasp.

 

Smoke faded in from the edge of my vision

And I lapsed back into my scared disposition.

 

My lids opened up to see the sun rise,

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A single tear rolled from my eye.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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