As I Sleep Poem by Mark Ruiz

I walk and walk and walk and walk
Each step harder and harder.
I trudge so long and fall, so cold.
Snowflakes fall ever so quietly,
Each one a tiny crystal guillotine.
A sting on my neck.
Everytime I fall, I only get dirtier.
Snow so white yet I can't stay clean.
Eeriely I can see myself, god-like.
The world is a nightmare, but is it a dream?
'I' lookj up and find the stars moving.
I lay in the snow as I watch the stars
Watching me. Aurora Borielis.
I hear the faint cry from the earth.
'I' watch as 'I' 'move' closer.
They grow smaller, or is it I?
The cry whimpers longer, bleeding, like me.
I pile the snow on me. Why?
Soon enough I am gone.
No one knew, no one cared.
You were right Sylvia,
The world itself is a bad dream.