Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.246

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

At night in dreams, he learns to fly;
Soars high in open skies.
The feeling of euphoria:
To catch a warming rise.

But then one day he finds an edge;
A dome does all surround.
Constraining flight, his freedom too,
It arches to the ground.

Soon he discovers it’s a trap;
He’s in this lofty jail,
And knowing that the heights are capped,
No longer yearns to sail.

He tries to fly up high enough;
Escape is at the top?
But always there’s a ceiling there,
All exploration stops.

And worse, there’s running down below
To where he’s going to land;
They mean to make an end of him,
Just as his feet touch sand.

And then he’s running for his life;
His legs don’t seem to work.
He’s thrashing, and he’s crying out
In fear and half berserk.

He screams and screams to wake his wife
But doesn’t make a sound,
And finally, the moans and kicks
Arouse her, bring her ‘round.

She shakes him by the shoulders firm,
Makes sure that he’s awake;
Then turns to face the other way,
And sleep soon overtakes.

For him, the night is full of fear;
He’s shaking, soaking wet.
He hasn’t a way out of here;
He’s caught within this net.

The dream repeats most every night;
He’s haggard, and he’s worn.
The nightmares always end the same;
He’s bleeding, tattered, torn.

This vicious loop goes on for years;
He’s weary in his soul,
He hasn’t yet connected dots
On why he’s in this hole.

In desperation, he cries out,
The nightmares finally quit.
The Lord, it seems, had heard his cries
And pulled him from the pit.

No longer dark, my dreams of late.
The night; no longer dread.
And now, I do not need to fly;
I've found true rest instead.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required