Thoughts

Imagination

Through the waking wall of pain,

The agony of defeat,

I could dimly hear shouting,

Shouting in the rain.

 

The battle raged,

Though I lay still,

The rain pounding my pale pink face.

And all around me were cries of war,

pounding my life to the ground.

 

Between the hysterical shouts and sobbing,

The name of utter confusion reigned.

 

I knew nothing. I saw nothing.

 

But the blackness - the sobs and more,

Left me in sheer terror.

 

Yet I was only looking in the mirror-

 

I sipped my tea in my room that day,

And then the confusion of my life went away.

© HEATHER GRAY 1998