Death Dreams

Thu, 10/17/2019 - 12:18 -- CorrynP

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: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741