deepundergroundpoetry.com
Weird Dream
Weird Dream:
There is a girl with long brown hair, in torn and tattered clothes. She is tall and thin and her skirt is flapping in the wind. It is cold and the girl is riding on an old ship in the ocean. The water is quiet and still with nothing in site for miles except for a rusty bridge to nowhere (it literally begans and ends in the water). She is completely alone and the ship is sinking as it floats to the narrow metal, bridge. I watch her as she climbs from the ship onto a small platform at the base of the bridge. She begins to pull what looks like luggage made of canvas off the ship and onto the bridge. Somehow I know that there is nothing worth saving inside the bags as she grabs them but she is alone and thinks she will find comfort in them. She watches her ship, as it passes under the bridge it turns to ice and finally drifts away. Another ship floats over to the bridge but it is empty too. No life, just luggage and she pulls it onto the bridge hoping it will help her survive. One ship after another approach, all barren, desolate, frozen and sinking. Nothing of any value to be found. She is alone with no where to go, no way to escape and nothing to shield her from the cold. But she never panics, is not scared and feels no urgency. The ocean stays placid and so does the young girl...
There is a girl with long brown hair, in torn and tattered clothes. She is tall and thin and her skirt is flapping in the wind. It is cold and the girl is riding on an old ship in the ocean. The water is quiet and still with nothing in site for miles except for a rusty bridge to nowhere (it literally begans and ends in the water). She is completely alone and the ship is sinking as it floats to the narrow metal, bridge. I watch her as she climbs from the ship onto a small platform at the base of the bridge. She begins to pull what looks like luggage made of canvas off the ship and onto the bridge. Somehow I know that there is nothing worth saving inside the bags as she grabs them but she is alone and thinks she will find comfort in them. She watches her ship, as it passes under the bridge it turns to ice and finally drifts away. Another ship floats over to the bridge but it is empty too. No life, just luggage and she pulls it onto the bridge hoping it will help her survive. One ship after another approach, all barren, desolate, frozen and sinking. Nothing of any value to be found. She is alone with no where to go, no way to escape and nothing to shield her from the cold. But she never panics, is not scared and feels no urgency. The ocean stays placid and so does the young girl...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 469
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.