Your mind is wizing
There's no stopping it now
You are cast into a dream, not knowing its point
You can see flowers and beauty all around you.
All kinds of fabulous made up creatures
Noticing your presence
You hesitate to move or breathe,
You still don't know if its still a dream.
The creatures turn to ash as they fly away!
The flowers are fading into nothingness.
The confusion gets the best of you
And with it comes fear of the unknown
Now your all alone in the dark,
Lost and somewhat alert to the senses,
When you hear the voices all around you.
No faces with the voices
And you start to hear what they are saying
They are saying, "You're not alone."
and "We miss you greatly."
And then you realize who it was.
The voices of the people you love most,
Who are alive and you do not understand.
You wake with a jolt and a cold sweat.
The next day those people are dead.
They were killed in an accident
And you didn't have the chance to say goodbye.
I don't know why I wrote this really?
Questing ink. Lots n lots of ink.