Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

Darkness with in my dreams


in my dream
i was killing a path way to freedom
my arms bleeding like crazy
swords flashing before my eyes
i'm determined to be free of this place
i feel a jerk on my arm
i'm being dragged down!
a feeling of relaxation rushes over me
as the sword was pulled out of my
back
the darkness flooded through me next
the cries and shouts fled my mind
a person whispered in my ear
'be at rest young one, true rest will
find you soon'
a figure cloaked in white stood before
me
it held its fingures out to me and
smiled
i knew it was the end
it was time to live in eternal rest]

Submitted: Friday, July 04, 2014

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