Dream
I walked in to the woods
And I find that I am lost
I try to find a way out
But all I get is dead ends
I start to hear crying
And screaming
Why does it sound so much like mine
And then not like mine?
It scares me
And then I see a tree
Surrounded by
Me.
Young me’s
And older me’s
And they all are crying
And some of them screaming
All of them has a rope around
There neck
They said together
“It’s about time you die Sara.”
And they all try too grab me
At the same time
Fine imagery along with nice selection of words to present a live scene you have presented. you will like if you read my poem A MERCILESS JILL
Amazing.....nice poem saira, , .......am impressed by ur style really
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its only but a dream within a dream... Nice penning....dear poet