My Dream's Spiteful Trick

Written by: Matt Daniels

The chalk lying on the board,
As it speaks it's thick words.
My eyes pacing around the room,
From door to soul.
The sam soul that lives behind the desk,
Observing our ways.
Planning an escape route,
Playing the scene in my head,
Indulging the patience,
Willing to move steady but quick.
Maneuver to the door, 
As eyes of others,
Gape at me with an ugly taste,
That my ears devour silently.
Opening the door,
To only see,
My closet waiting upon my feet.
Looking back,
To my bed that looked as if,
I've been rolling in there, trapped.
Gasping with relief,
I walk, to wherever my heart plunges me to go.