Dream Epiphany

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The journey through a dark place to finally realize you're not alone.


I was alone on a dark street
And my eyes were wandering.
They were looking for any sign of life.
In this empty abyss of a world, I was pondering.

I looked down at my watch
And there was no sunlight
Yet my watch said that it was only five.
My head was flooded by fright.

I didn’t know my way home
And I didn’t know where I was confined.
All I saw was dark buildings
No lights, no street signs.

Suddenly the sun came out
Only it was not the sun we all knew.
Instead of joyous and bright yellow
It was a daunting and witchy blue.

I saw my shadow on the ground
And it looked like it is crawling
Then it turned the corner.
Soon I heard a chilling gnawing.

I tried and hide somewhere safe
But no such place exists in this world.
I pushed myself against the wall
Right before, across the street, I was hurled.

My legs were bleeding now
And my whole body was scraped from the gravel.
I tried to get back up, but I was too weak.
From this spot I would not travel.

This place wins the dirty game it started
I gave up and accepted defeat.
I didn’t even stand a chance.
Let the monsters have me.

I closed my eyes real tight
And waited for my ugly fate.
But nothing happened around me
I didn’t expect the demons to run late.

When I opened my eyes
I thought I had died.
There was a glowing figure
directly to my side.

It held its hand out for me to get up
I shook my head in disbelief.
All my wounds were healed
and I could breathe with relief.

I did not see the figure’s face.
But I did not need to.
Now i know even in the darkest times My light will always be you.

Submitted: July 11, 2012

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Traveling Bible Salesman

This poem is so general, it could be anyone! Sort of interesting.

Nice work. Excellent, even pace and like-sized stanzas make for good reading and rhythm.

My only advice is start some lines with words other than "I". We know its you, speaker!

Wed, July 11th, 2012 9:05pm


Interesting, Missy. The title drew me in. Unlike Mr TBS I didn't feel you'd overdone the 'I's. Lots of us have had an experience like this and, like you, some of us have written about it. They're moments we never forget. Thanks for taking me on the journey with you.

Wed, July 11th, 2012 11:31pm

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