| Add Memory | Add To Friends | |
| sushininja (profile) wrote, on 2-5-2004 at 10:22pm | |
| Subject: Corridor of Dreams |
|
| I wake up to find myself In the middle of a black corridor One that twists and turns Following its own demented path I sit up, trying to remember the dream A dream lovely in its content A dream of far away places Where everything was right And I could not longer Feel any pain or pleasure I force my muscles to contract So that I may rise once again And continue exploring this serpentine corridor That entraps my being entirely I start to walk down the hall Without much notice of the thinning air As I come upon them I begin to try the door handles Yet there is a deep apprehension Holding me back from the doors secret I finally place my hand upon The demon shaped doorknocker I know why I knock I am hoping that I am not alone There is not noise from the other side So my heart sinks back into me I wrap my hand around the doorknob That feels cool and welcoming I turn and push into the door And discover a large, curtained window I desperately throw the crimson curtains away Only to see the truth again They are walking away from me Throw a lovely meadow A meadow full of lush greens And vibrant, blooming flowers I pound on the window and yell Hoping to get their attention once again But as it was before, it is again, And they simple fade away I become frantic and whip around I rush out of this horrible room Now as I try the doorknob, I am burned and unable to open it I clutch my writhing hand And dash down the corridor For hours I search Checking every door I am so frantic I do not see the doors changing They are no longer depictions of demons But those of angels and seraphs The hall brightens, And all is focused on a door I stop I catch my breath I raise my hand And I brace myself I open the door To find a bed I crawl beneath the white covers And hope never to wake again |
|
| Post A Comment |
|
| Anonymous | 02-06-04 8:57am i like it...
|
Nef | 02-06-04 5:46pm I can't clearly see your icon... What is it? |