Thursday, March 20, 2008

Black Out

It was like a cold dream
All the oxygen was leaving
Cold, unberable almost
Needed a jacket but couldn't find
The door, where was it?
A chalk like substance in my mouth was now present
The abduction of heat made me begin to shrink away
It smelt like hope as the door began to reappear
Opened and free it felt to escape
As the first step was taken the dream was over.

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