Scared
2010
A noise stirs the motion.
The needed winds are a scare.
The shattered bulb;
a light lost in the dust.
I look to myself,
prove my way to the exit.
Furnitures hit, then
dreams collide.
The door is nowhere near.
4 readers wrote back
I love your descriptions, Do you paint??? I hope you do? I can't imagine 'dreams collide' I see you seek that the the 'door' but it's far. I t is so sad to see such young talent so fed up!
Everyone feels like this sooner or latter. The scares of something can really hurt a person. And the expressions in this is beautiful nicely said!
nightmare.
you move in discomfort, furious winds, lights break. you question yourself as to what to do. sounds like a tornado hit...or possibly a nightmare...hmm i'm curious