Bad Dreams


Locked in. She feels alone.
1,000 voices, but no true reply.
In her sanctuary she screams,
Silently as the night passes by.
Suddenly,
A swirling free fall surrounds her
The intriguing darkness closes in
A jolt sends her flying far, far away
To a deep, brisk, purple trench,
In which she cannot swim.

The ever so tempting
Rays of light from above
Unreachable.
The voices drift away
Unspeakable.

The sand envelops her fatigued body
And as she slips through the grains
So round
She awakes.
She's lying on the cold hard ground.

"Good thing is was a dream" she thinks
As she silently dressed for her job
Her head enveloped in her phone
She silently begis to sob.

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