by Amadea N Katz
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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This was my first poem and it explains how I used to feel when I was younger.
What I am trying to say is hard to explain
for pressure runs through me when i stand up
and get a good look at all that is around me.
I feel like a stranger spying about wondering
where I am. I am frozen as I stare into the
black mist. Screams of terror ring in my ears
although it is really completely quiet.
Suddenly, I heard soft footsteps approach me.
I kept jerking myself as though my feet
were glued to the ground. I heard myself
gasp as I heard a great boom yell straight
in my ear. Trapped in fright, I twitched and
turned in my bloody nightmare. I was
running in every direction, but no matter
which way I turned, I ended up in the same
place. The same pathetic, stupid, damn
repulsive, bloody place. I was tortured
with screeching music, explosives, and
srieks. Lonesome, I bent down and
hugged myself, waiting for the silent wake
of my terrible dream. A hand touched my
back. I jumped up and screamed as though
I had been shot. I realized I was now awake.
But, in front of me was a whte glowing light.
Too bright for anyone to see anything.
I looked closely at it to see if I could make a
figure. Then, I saw a beautiful white faerie.
I tried to hear what she was saying. Tap
your feet together? I thought I heard
wrong, but i did so. I was brought to the
future. But how? I thought to myself:
Is this my biggest fear yet? I yelled.
No response. "Amadea!" I heard my name.
I turned. It was my dad. For I had no more fears.
I was in the future.
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This reminds me of some strange dreams and nightmares that I used to have. I rarely have nightmares now but I do have a lot of interesting and compelling dreams. Thank you for sharing, Amadea. Love and best wishes,