Death Dreams
Running out of time,
counting down the days,
the only dream I have,
is to skip the future haze.
For my dreams are not happy,
because by most they are true,
I can see the reapers staff,
lined up two by two.
I hold the ones that are close,
for I am confused what their futures are,
as the dreamers tale tells,
it will take them close to far.
My dreams differ from others,
since my dream is to survive,
I do have a future plan,
if by then I am still alive.
This poem is about:
Me