For Poetry Writing Class |
Stuck in a dream that would never end Each attempt to escape has failed My hands tear at walls of fabric that refuse to yield Not wanting to give up to this phantom world I keep trying to pull myself out Stuck in a dream of physical pain Intense pressure from invisible hands that press Upon my pelvis then move to my throat, choking I attempt to fight back digging fingernails into invisible flesh Yet the more I fight, the more pain I must endure Soon I will be too weak to escape Stuck in a dream waiting for a rescuer that never arrives There is no hero, at least not this time Recollections of a dream where I was able to escape remain Just giving in to the light protected me then But this time as I try to recall the exact method it fails Even the light has given up against this phantom What once had been victory is now marked as defeat Stuck in a dream for what will be an eternity Left behind within an abyss of the dream realm Continually will I be forced, unable to protest Violations against the etherealness of my self From the shadowed phantom created within the mind Creator is self yet it seems as if this being was not from me Stuck in a dream that can only be the slumber of Hell There is now only one more option, one way out Unable to master ability to leave instead I find hidden control Filling the space, a sort of bedroom dark and dreary, Water from the corner of the nonexistent carpet Till it reaches the black-white corner of the ceiling No air left to breathe Even though I will never wake up In dying I have found the way out |