Same Place Poem by Lizzy Smith

Remembering dreams is a skill others don't appreciate
Can't always remember where i stand on the graph - Waking up, The feelings of a dream are still flooding your head fading slowly.

The train came to a stop, not that it needed to.
The public transport system had only 4 or 5 people who seemed removed from the world.
Kids danced, watching their small feet run aboard the train supervisionless.
The children were faceless, though that never seemed to be the problem.
A tall black cloaked figure sat beside me, Faceless once more.
The small girls line up patiently, but not still at the magic doors.
The faceless doll arose, bringing me with them.
The only five adventurers exit the now empty train.
Walking out into the ripe snow of an endless station.
As the baby adults run home, the faceless foe stands beside me
Breaking my hand in theirs, beginning to feel dizzy
Falling to the ground, skulls seizing in pain in the crystallized water.
Closed eyes awake to a new place

The same place.