Dream Journal 004

I had a nightmare a while ago, and I thought of sharing it to you guys. I wanted to tell it the normal narrative way but then I was so inspired that I felt it would be a waste if I didn't write it in a poem. Here it goes:

It was after school,

"Get home immediately" was the rule;

As I approached, I breathed deep,

And smiled. Mom was waiting in our keep;

The walls were white, the roof mahogany,

And a tall white door stood in front of me;

As I entered, everything changed,

It just became very strange;

The place was dark and was filled with reek,

With a brown spiral staircase that ran very deep;

I slowly descended down the stairs,

And on the ground floor I became aware;

A doorway that stood very tall,

A doorway that led to a bright white hall;

It was probably the only light source around,

It was our house, but I was not very proud;

"Where is my mom?" I began to wonder,

Somewhere in the hall, I knew I'd find her;

On each side were olive green chairs,

And at the end was her with her black silky hair;

I ran to her and told her something,

Maybe something not worth remembering;

I looked around. The hall was then filled,

With people that stood perfectly still;

They stood there and looked at me,

It's as if they wanted to kill me;

As fast as I could, I ran away,

I knew I'd die if I would stay;

Before I could get out, a man stood my way,

He grabbed me by the wrist, but I got away;

I ran towards the stairs and looked over my shoulder,

He was following, his eyes filled with anger;

He shouted something over and over,

His shouts then became louder and louder;

Through the long flight of stairs I ran at my best,

But he grabbed my ankle and I fell on my chest;

I turned around and he was there,

Finally killing me with his creepy stare.

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