Hitting rock bottom
Wasn’t what I expected
One night when I took another turn
And I wasn’t in the dream world anymore
A hand reached through the dark
And all I know is I didn’t run away
When the smoke cleared
Leaving me with sun and other stars
The hand was still there,
A clear shape now and no longer looming
It pulled me up from the dirt and talked to me
“Welcome to New York.”
The voice asked me how I felt
“Different.”
Thank you all for reading this piece, I hope you liked it. Click here for another dream poem about a person’s world changing, with a drastically different ending. Click here if you liked this poem’s birth of a friendship for a poem in which I detail the life and death of a friendship.
