aspiringwriter's blog: "Poems"

The Last Dream

My eyelids grew heavy as I drfted off to sleep, the last thoughts in my mind of were my precious Ellie. As I entered my slumber I awoke in a dream where life was exactly what I wanted it to be.

A walk in the park, a picnic under the sun. A relaxing date with the girl that I love. In dreams we get the things that we want, in reality we are powerless as it all comes undone.

The sun shines down bright not a cloud in the sky but a shadow appears and it gets dark as night. The perfect dream has a blemish that wears a black cloak, it takes control of my dream and will not let go.

Ice cold fingers of death reach thru my chest grab ahold of my heart and takes my last breath. I am frozen in fear not sure what to do, not fearing my motality but afraid for Ellie Liew. So I stare straight in deaths eyes, not afriad if I die more intent to give in so he may spare my loves life.

She approaches this horseman and stops by his side, then looks at me and says its alright. She kisses him deeply and the figure takes form but not of a demon its of a man she adores. She smiles at him and then looks at me they turn their back and I watch them leave. In reality I sleep stuck in a dream but my body reacts subconciously.

Back in my dream I beg Ellie to stay, she doesn't listen to a word that I say. The bottle of pills was meant to relieve pain so I took all of them to stop my heart ache. My mind was still sleeping but my body was awake, the entire bottle of pills I really did take.

I awoke with a sick feeling inside me and my heart began to race as I found the empty pill bottle beside me. I was asleep, stuck in a dream but my body reacted subconciously. My eyelids grew heavy as I drifted off to sleep, the last thoughts I had were of my precious Ellie.