Reoccurring Dream Poem by Saint Cynosure

once upon a time
I had a reoccurring dream
started out around bout six
stopped at seventeen
viewed to me in youth of sort
taken to a place
left alone there by my mom
with an unfamiliar face
inside a room
behind a door
we're stones of great no small
I'd work myself throughout the stones
below the floors and walls
deeper I would wiggle down
to crawl between the places tight
suddenly they're crashing down
blocking out the light
terrifying me inside
I'm screaming from my fright
then my comes from through the door
saying it's alright
taking all my covers off
turning on the light