I Was Wrong
As I drift into my sleep
I'm staring into an endless place
And then I realize that I'm falling
Falling into an empty space
I scream so loud and so long
But realize no one hears me
Because this is just a dream
And that dreams can't hurt me
Then I hit the hard rock ground
And I feel an endless pain
Then onto my own disappointment
Clouds open up and start to rain
I start to wish that I'd wake up
And just leave this horrid place
Then I lift up my own hand
And feel tears stream down my face
I was wrong about dreaming
About not being in pain
Then I wake up in a ditch
Just as it stops to rain
Yeah. Third poem I ever wrote. The ones before that were the one I wrote for Erin in freshman year to curse "the colonel" and the second one I can't quite remember what it was about...maybe a little later in the year it will come back to me. Hmm...I recall writing it in my LIT book Junior year...how sad is that?
I'm staring into an endless place
And then I realize that I'm falling
Falling into an empty space
I scream so loud and so long
But realize no one hears me
Because this is just a dream
And that dreams can't hurt me
Then I hit the hard rock ground
And I feel an endless pain
Then onto my own disappointment
Clouds open up and start to rain
I start to wish that I'd wake up
And just leave this horrid place
Then I lift up my own hand
And feel tears stream down my face
I was wrong about dreaming
About not being in pain
Then I wake up in a ditch
Just as it stops to rain
Yeah. Third poem I ever wrote. The ones before that were the one I wrote for Erin in freshman year to curse "the colonel" and the second one I can't quite remember what it was about...maybe a little later in the year it will come back to me. Hmm...I recall writing it in my LIT book Junior year...how sad is that?