I stare in amazement,
As you stand and scream...
My heart screams but my lips don't move in parallel...
We all flee,
All but you,
To safety they run,
To you I sprint...
I grab your hand and pull,
But you are as if cemented,
I lift, pull, and tug to my best but your legs are stubborn...
You continue to scream as fear approaches us both,
I look up to see...
My eyes crack open,
Heavy from peaceful sleep,
The intensity from the dream still lingers,
As immediately I begin to scribble in my pad.
They say dreams are metaphorical representations,
Of everyday situations,
Or internal struggle...
No matter how bad you want to help someone,
The have to WANT and DESIRE help,
You can't help the truly helpless...