Measuring every tick of the clock,
Straining to hear the sounds of time,
The four walls closing in slowly,
The room was getting smaller,
Sweating hard, in terrifying fear,
Listening to the wafting radio hum,
Giving up all hope of any escape,
Breathing heavy, hard and strained,
The trapped feeling is like none other,
Just then, door opens to freedom!
“Wake up!”, he heard the sweet voice call!
I love the feeling I get when I've had a bad dream and wake to see I'm home surrounded by the ones I love. You've captured this so well in your poem- at least for me. Hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteThe sound of the radio often intrudes when I'm dreaming, since we have a radio alarm clock. I've had dreams that were totally preoccupied with trying to turn the darned radio off, and not being able to find it. It's always such a relief to finally wake up!
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by Saturday Scribes.
i did feel trapped - like the way i feel in my nightmares - that last line my savior...written very nicely - you have been on a roll, havent you? So good to catch up on all these poems that i missed.
ReplyDeleteIt did have a feeling of being enclosed. Well done.
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