Late last night or the night before
There was a man standing at my door
I didn't know who he was or what he was doing
For his breathing was as harsh as a possessed baby's cooing
I noticed he had an axe in hand
And walked like a broken rubber band
I was scared, who wouldn't be
Filled with panic, I couldn't see
I opened my mouth as if I had something to say
But nothing came out because I knew I would die today
My body got cold, preparing to die
In an instant the man disappeared with a sigh
In my room feeling no pain
It must have been a dream, I wasn't insane
I am floating over my bed surrounded by a white beam
Looking down at my body, ripped from its seam
Narcotics or hard drugs are capable of inducing such a deadly hallucinations or else......your in deep trouble........pal. Good job Dillon.
You have certainly followed your imagination and 'run with it' in a highly original way in this strange hallucinatory poem. Quite the Alice in Wonderland happening methinks. Thanks for sharing. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
i loved it, definatly my kind of poem, you did a very good job
sorry i didn't comment before Dillon. it was great. but in a twisted way.! ! ! ; ]
this is very well wrote poem great job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was extremely creative. I just loved it. A fine display of talent and writing ability. Glad I stopped by. GW62