Treasure Island

Ocean Myranda


Laying in bed, crying myself to sleep.
Slowly losing conciousness without a peep.
Not knowing how much time is here,
Lost in this dream, so deep.

Alone on a dark street so near.
No one around, but voices I hear.
Looking around to find where they are,
Everything pulsing with fear.

Trying to find a place not too far.
Hearing, but not seeing the car.
Suddenly, a screech! What was that? !
Running towards the sound, I hope this isn't war!

There on the side of the road it sat.
The lifeless body of a cat.
I went over and held him in my arm,
Crying in his fur, I sat.

I know this wants harm.
I jolted at the alarm.
I woke up crying with that cat,
Sitting on the side of the road,
If only this had been a nightmare.
I guess that's that.

Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2009
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