The Dreams Beyond Dreams Poem by JOE JOHNSON

I could't help it wonder if it
would be different if I said it
one more time. My mind is
intrigued by this wonder.

As I sit back and watch the
world implode on itself, I
feel the tention, broadness
of my dreams.

My eyes are finally open, my
touch feels and my ears hear
once more. Has it been a mistake
or am I just crazy?

As I close my window, my dreams
ignite and I see nothing but an
endless abyss filled with bones and
rotting corpses.

I don't know what to do, maybe it is
just a dream that awakens to be a
nightmare, or just a vision of my
destiny.

My judgement has arived, and not
mistaken, as I feel the scythe under
my throat ready for collection.

My unanswered becomes my fate.