Into The Land Of Dreams
This poem is sort of weird, look deeply into it you should be able to understand what it's about.
It was that scream that had woken me,
Yet no one was around to scream,
Blazing orange light shining upon my skin,
It was just like a pleasant dream.
The gentle smoke brushed my arm,
The heat heavy against my chest,
I breathed in deeply for the last time,
And slowly crawled out of my nest.
I skipped down the dust filled corridor,
Into a brightly lit room,
The fire seemed to fade away,
Now I was faced with the gloom.
I call but no one hears,
Those poisoned hearts and tear-full eyes,
I scream but no one listens,
As they say their last goodbyes.
I'm being pulled away from them,
Tortured smiles they all share,
They start to disappear from my eyes,
But they don't seem to care.
My soul feels like its ripped apart,
I can barely even see,
The blaze is back again,
But this time a child is with me.
The smoky breeze pushes me aside,
The child catches me before I fall,
My family around me but all seems quiet,
They still do not hear my call.
The child holds out a hand,
I now know what it means,
I hold the hand and back we go,
Into the land of dreams.
Yet no one was around to scream,
Blazing orange light shining upon my skin,
It was just like a pleasant dream.
The gentle smoke brushed my arm,
The heat heavy against my chest,
I breathed in deeply for the last time,
And slowly crawled out of my nest.
I skipped down the dust filled corridor,
Into a brightly lit room,
The fire seemed to fade away,
Now I was faced with the gloom.
I call but no one hears,
Those poisoned hearts and tear-full eyes,
I scream but no one listens,
As they say their last goodbyes.
I'm being pulled away from them,
Tortured smiles they all share,
They start to disappear from my eyes,
But they don't seem to care.
My soul feels like its ripped apart,
I can barely even see,
The blaze is back again,
But this time a child is with me.
The smoky breeze pushes me aside,
The child catches me before I fall,
My family around me but all seems quiet,
They still do not hear my call.
The child holds out a hand,
I now know what it means,
I hold the hand and back we go,
Into the land of dreams.
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