Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Here's a poem written by Sat Singh, Grade 10, which he also read at the recent Poetry Cafe:
My Nightmare
I have this dream
I’m in a building
I’m scared
Something is chasing me
I don’t know what
I start to run
I trip and fall
I try to get up
It is hard
Slow
Too slow
My movements are like honey dripping from spoon
I panic
There is a crack in front of me
I jump
Too short
I fall...
That’s when I wake up
I have this dream
I’m in a building
I’m scared
Something is chasing me
I don’t know what
I start to run
I trip and fall
I try to get up
It is hard
Slow
Too slow
My movements are like honey dripping from spoon
I panic
There is a crack in front of me
I jump
Too short
I fall...
That’s when I wake up