I wrote this one a long time ago...I think it was my 3rd dark poem and I am really proud of it, I know it may sound kinda strange to people but when I wrote it I could see everything as plain as ever. This one means a lot to me because I somehow feel as


Fate

My name is Peaches, this is Cream
Every night we have the dream.
We know it somehow tells our fate
But for now we'll have to wait.
I recall what we were told
Our dreams tell our future, but what does it hold?
We control what we do, but not where we go
If I die in a dream, does that make it so?
The morning comes but I'm still asleep
I'm afraid my dream world's all I keep.
Someone help me, I can't wake up
The way out is gone and the gate I can't jump.
I'm going farther then I've ever been
I usually wake after counting to ten.
I find myself crying as I look ahead
I see my friend Cream, but this time she's dead.
I wake up screaming and see something bright
I go to my window to see such a fright.
Cops and an ambulance are across the street
While kids are yelling "Trick or treat!"
I run to the house that the cops surround
To hear them say a girl's body they found.
I ask to see cause my friend lives here
I lift the cover and see with fear.
The body of Cream just as I saw
In the dream world...she answered her call.




Poetry by Kristina
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 06:22

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