Poems

Sleep.

That wonderful place where you forget your troubles,
Where your mind imagines crazy, impossible things,
When everything is at peace,
Until you hear your alarm ding.

You can be an alien or a superhero,
You can fly,
Soaring through the sky,
And if you can't in real life at least here you can try.

Here in this wonderful place,
Filled to the brim with crazy,
Where you want to stay forever,
But everything starts going hazy.

The scene shifts,
And your breath starts to hitch,
Darkness surrounds you,
And you start to twitch.

You reach out frantically,
Trying to move,
To escape from the monster,
To escape from your doom.

Yet, alas! Nothing occurs,
You're still rooted to the spot,
You close your eyes, waiting for your demise,
But of course that couldn't be the end of the plot.

Suddenly you are free,
And you go to run away,
As the monster is in your sight,
But there is no way.

You try to tell for help,
Yet no noise is made,
It is closing in on me,
Then suddenly everything fades.

You wake up in a cold sweat,
As you see that you're not dead,
You realise I am safe,
In my warm bed.

You soon drift back off to sleep,
And go back to the land of dreams.