Deadly Sleep

• Domonic Licitar-steele, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Lying in bed, dozing off to deep sleep,
Suddenly falling, plummeting downwards,
Landing harmlessly on muddy ground of forest.
As I stand visions blur,
Voices lurk in the back of my mind,
Forming a bullet shaped hole,
I see destruction,
It feels like depression.
Visions again start to blur,
All my visions fading,
So scared I close my eyes,
As I gain my courage,
I open my eyes,
I’m in my bed tucked in tight.