|Journey to the Realm of Dreams
Author: Avant-garde and Dream Realms PM
The one night that I needed sleep and it simply refused to come to me.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 188 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-05-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2656195
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A poem I wrote for a $500 scholarship. I'm still waiting to see if I won. XD
Lights flash before my eyes,
though closed I still see and hear cars whiz by
in the dark of my prison,
chasing sleep like the drivers chase clocks.
Moments come where I think I've caught up
but the whispers of the wood creep beneath me
and kidnap my unconsciousness again.
I count to zero once more, see nothing but flashing lights
but silence screams loud like trailing echoes of late-night
machines polluting my dreams.
A moment of breath, the quiet of peace, remnants of cars fade into sleep
on the path of three lights and the tick-tocks of clocks.
A flash sprinkles checkers like snowflakes on monotonous television.
The cars clash like cymbals while speeding by my windows,
now chasing grass mats of prismatic light.
They whisper, "Go to Venus," but nobody who heard them
knew how to get there.
Nobody knew what they meant.
I followed the breadcrumbs slumber left behind and found solace
in the realm of salvation, where the answer was obvious.