His Poem

March 26, 2009
By Kelly Brock BRONZE, Covington, Georgia
Kelly Brock BRONZE, Covington, Georgia
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Last night I saw your breath touch my window,
I did not hesitate to let it in.
It's sweet words tickled what is left of my soul and
reviving what had faded over the years.

I whispered, hoping the wind would carry my voice too,
like it had done for you.
I whispered my faint truthful words
"I love you, my sweetest Nightmare.
My heart rushes for you." I felt the wind sweep through my room, I saw my breathescape from my mouth and out into the cold and foggy world.
I sat alone hearing my heart beat, I repeated those words over and over.

The midnight air had left my room.
I fell softly into my dreams and awoke to your voice dancing around me. As fast as I had awaken, your voice had soothed me back to my dreams, unwillingly. I cried to you "No, I want to stay with you, please." My voice faded as my eyes shut. I felt calm as your voice covered my body with its warm and soft words.
As I whispered in my nightmare " I love you".


The author's comments:
I was sitting in my world history class thinking, What if I wrote something about this guy? But what if it was more like a dream, or instead. The best nightmare. Nightmares don't have to be scary... Do they?

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on Apr. 13 2009 at 2:33 am
Kelly Brock BRONZE, Covington, Georgia
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Thank you very much

on Apr. 9 2009 at 9:58 pm
Zea Marie Hodgdon BRONZE, Conover, North Carolina
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This. Is. Incredible.


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