The darkness comes and takes control
While the hum of his breath begins to slow
The settings change from dull and grey
To violet fields on a summer’s day
The cool wind rushes through his hair
To open his eyes he does not dare
This world is soft, relaxing and sweet
But everything is not what it seems
The sun is covered by a dark cloud
Claps of thunder; bright and loud
He watches as it begins to rain
The water washing everything away
Violets and sun are no more
As everything sinks in to the core
His feelings of laughter, love and joy
Erode like the purity of a young boy
He opens his eyes as fast as he can
Breathing heavily like an old man
His sigh slowly turns to a piercing weep
And he swears to himself he will never sleep
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2 comments:
Wow, nice use of words! In mine I wrote a poem about dreaming in general. I like how you gave an actual dream and a very simple yet beautiful one at that. =)
Excellent! I find it really hard to write poems but you make it seem very easy.
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