The Festival of Nothing

I woke up from a deep slumber 
Saw my father alive and sober 
Saw my mother proud for being asleep 
And seeing these unpredictable things 
I looked around too find a mirror 
As I glanced to it all I could view 
Was bones and dark grey clouds 
I knew I could be dead because as 
Soon as I turned around 
My parents were gone 
All the color of the dream 
Was faded the paradise 
I was seeing was just the festival of nothing 
Sorrow was all I felt 
I spoke alone but loud 
asking if I could go back home 
But death came from around me 
And said I couldnt go at all 
I stared at all the skulls  in the floor 
A song circus like played from far away 
Out of nowhere 
A gigantic elephant with no skin on it began too dig itself out of it's own grave 
suddenly more than one began to do the same 
The floor began to shake 
As I continued to stare I could not focus on anything 
Besides these bizarre creatures coming from the ground 
Death was long gone 
Leaving me with an ora
The floor opened and crack my way 
I jumped into the ora 
And it shifted into hyper drive mode 
I woke in hospital with tubes inside my veins 
I began to cry and cry wondering why 
This came about and I had no just died
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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