Tired eyes wake to the sound of a beep.
Crowded beside you everyone sleeps.
White coat like uniform over to you.
Confused is your brain, like Jell-O?
People wake.
Hover you.
You in bed for days.
How long? You were in a haze.
A traumatic effect.
Closed eyes, another place.
Slipping away from reality.
You "dream", you say
You're life! They fall
to the floor.
Where were you? And were you here before?
They weep to their knees.
They die with you.
All while you were asleep.
Wake again they all scream.
Gasping for air.
Wanting another look into those pairs of blue eyes.
They peek open once more.
Last time, you die, you fall to the floor.
Numb to the pain, the feeling is lost.
Shocked.
You thought it was just a dream.
You scream.
Trapped in your own sanity, you've lost.
He's won the game.
Game Over
He laughs in your face, sorry
But it's too late.
YOU ARE READING
Perceptions -A series of poems- by Ashleigh
PoezjaThese are some of the best poems, I, Ashleigh, have written. Feel free to comment on them, give me constructive criticism, tell me what you liked about them. And don't forget to vote! I love all my readers and I hope you love my poems.
