I awoke last night
from a dream
I can't remember.
My body shook
with fear
as I sat up
in bed.
The room, a black fuzz,
with blurry eyes
blinking the time,
seemed to swallow me whole.
I could hear nothing;
see nothing;
feel nothing;
taste nothing;
say nothing.
It took a full
5 minutes
to realize
that I was still
asleep,
waking up.
2 comments:
This doesn't rhyme. I like it as prose ("asleep, waking up" sort of twists your mind), but really it's just prose chopped up into somewhat-even lines. It doesn't have meter nor rhyme.
Thanks for the comment.
True, it doesn't rhyme. Does all poetry have to rhyme? Just a thought.
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