sleep slowly consumes me
i drift into a land unknown.
i ponder my surroundings
i hear a low whisper 'help....me'
i come across a feild of paper flowers.
with every step i gracefully avoid each flower.
i approach a bridge....
force of habit i look around the bridge,
only to find blood-lusting monsters awaiting.
i slowly take steps each revealing new whispers.
i come to the end of the bridge.
a girl with thick, wavy, aburn hair its along the edge of land,
whispering to me, 'help'
i found her oddly familiar...
to realize this girl was me....
in shock i stop and stare....
not exactly knowing what to do next.
and then, darkness took me away.
carly bachor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-86/
