Fast, loud, blinding!
Chaos dances around me,
Fury rains down with lightning!
Deafened, flailing.
I find myself trying to wake up and failing.
All i feel is real.
White light crashes with a bang
the ground trembles and revolts
I keep my balance, the thunder increases.
The storm tries to hit me and turn me to burnt pieces.
Loud! Loud! Loud is all I can sense.
the sound rattles my bones,
its power shakes my core.
Each bolt feels like pain,
like fear,
like frailty!
Death crashes though the dark,
Filling me with dread.
Look around and there's nothing but clouds.
Binding clouds and blinding light.
I stand, cowering in fright.
It wont stop,
the storm is too great.
"Reach out." A dim voice calls.
I look around and i'm alone.
The rumbling is loud,
yet the voice is clear.
"Reach out".
I raise my arm and feel the blazing heat
"Take it."
I can't. I'll die.
"Take it." It said again.
Mind leaves body, I clench my eyes and reach out.
The lightning strikes. Agony is coming.
It's over it's over no more no longer no nothing no...
Nothing...
I open my eyes.
There's no pain, no death, no horror.
There's no storm, no shadow,
I'm in my bed, the covers in a knot.
"Aren't I silly? There was nothing to fear...
It was just a dream, the storm wasn't far nor near."
The voice laughed fading.
Is the back of my mind that preoccupating?
YOU ARE READING
Soul and Boredom
PoetryThis is what happens when I feel poetic and have nothing better to do
