Lost in a Dream

Darkness. Not a soul stirred.

The world holding me a willing prisoner.

Myself, a sated lump

A distant cackle, a howling voice perhaps?

A cry of fear, creeping up.

Blurred confusion, then a settling presence in white

A chill, a shudder, a start.

Then a word of sympathy and pleasure

An eye- the devouring hole.

Another eye- my ocean of peace

It needs to possess me…

Bent on consumption yet held back by something stronger!

By something mine…

By something sweet…

By my only color, my only love!

Then—-

A searching cry—but a kind hand holding my hand

My Only Defense!

No arms around me, so

Blackout. I wake up

(By: Dania.Rashid)

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