Real Dreams

• Sophie Spencer, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

There was slience,
A whisper in the dark,
A chill that filled your soul and ripped you apart,
Its torment grasp just held so tight dragging you along to an endless fight,
Something was wrong as you awoke,
There was no sounds their was no hope,
You walked outside to see it all,
You walked feeling light headed like you where about to fall,
And in that you saw what was but a dream,
Your dearest friend laying not breathing,
As another grasp and chill came to you,
You woke up to reality ,
You woke up with that haunting memory.