Scatterbrained dreams,
flickering scenes,
none of it makes any sense
but the film just continues to roll
From the moment I closed my eyes
I've been falling through the subconscious
like falling through a dark chute
somewhere in the aphotic zone of my mind
it's never-ending, there is no floor here
to land on, and no hand or footholds
that could pull you back into the light
Only the flickering scenes
each one beyond your own control
the only way out is to realize that you're dreaming
Wake up...
Wake up...
The warmth of daylight surrounds you as you come to,
and all memories of the coruscating scenes
are quickly erased
I remembered something about my dreams long ago. I used to have what seemed to be sudden dreams of falling - just like you I was aware of no hand holds which just increased my panic, I used to wave my hands around as if they were wings and that desperate gesture would wake me up. I wonder why we have dreams of falling? In my case, why did they stop when I got older? Reading your poem was like a guided tour through what used to be a terrifying experience.I looked up the word APHOTIC but it wasn't in my dictionary? A technical word?
You rescued yourself with your wake up call! At first I thought the way to cope with these dreams was to surrender to them and go with the flow. But it's not a flow, it's a flood. And theere's the danger of being psychologically overwhelmed. These are not the benign dreams I assumed. There is something out of control in them, as if they will make you crash into things. So your WAKE UP call rescued your readers too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I see the great Daniel has put a couple of comments here! I read it with interest and found it guite wonderful. Top score!