Nature And Poetry

5

To lay down supine, a pillow on the head;
rest down arms, relax your breath.
To close both eyes but to stay awake.
Have itching and such, shall resist your ache.

Minutes of thirty, your body's stiff
and yet you know, you aren't asleep.
Cannot move a leg or lift an arm.
Cannot hear the surroundings even the alarm.

A hollowed mind, a vigor of darkness.
Runaway goes the great fantasm moments.
Came to me thy soul of such helpless,
soul of the braveness gave her abandonment.

Was running from an icky house,
hiding from the malicious people.
Ought to kill her without a reason,

must've grown in the name of Snow White's bewitching apple.

A pregnant lady such in a young age.
Running from death, chased by the grim.
held a knife with the girl with none.
All she knew is "I am their victim."

Closing eyes and accepting death,
not knowing something much worse.
"Yeah I know you'll have your last breath,
eyes are gonna be stitched up," she cursed.

Have found a random older girl,
helped her throw the villain into the stairs of the building.
Then, other dream has passed by,
black. Same but I hear something metal screeching.

Fourwalls compressing me in, the highlights of green.
Have one path but it was way too far.
An idea of getting out,
I woke up, to later burn this vision and the memoir.