Poem -
The dream catcher 2
As I fight the urge to fall into the well of slumber
I grasp hold of the rose vines that plastered the concrete mount
I will not be a victim of the dream catcher
Not tonight
I have the heart and the soul to be a writer
the blacken nails scrape against my bed frame
screeching ever so loudly in my head
Tuning in like a raider bouncing off the beams in the ceiling
I search for a foot hole
And holding on by a tread
I made it till sunrise
The dream catcher now leaving
Screaming “this is not the end”
even more curious than before
what dream was I holding on to so tight?
was it enough to appease it’s appetite?
Sarah Harry
are you willing to hold on to your dream so it won't be snatched away?
Comments
Very well written. I like it
:) thank you, glad you liked it
I really did. Can you do me a favour please
subscribe? sure:)
Wow mind reader aha. Thank you
Have you done it :)
:) yea
superbly etched darkness...awesome read
:) thank you dear
I like the feel of this narrative, it's like you allowed me to journey through the haunting realms of a psychedelic mind..
I love the creepy ass image 😉😱👹
lolz i'm trying fiction out glad you liked it
Hi Sarah! Yikes! It makes me want to hold onto my dreams and not risk the dream catcher taking them away! I thought dream catchers were a good thing to have...lol Great dark write. xo
part one gives a better idea :)
in this instance i made the dream catcher into a creature that's quite scary but i do like a opic that catches your attention for being different