THE DREAM
I step outside it’s pouring with rain.
It smells of smoke from the nearby houses.
There is a sudden push of wind
I slip,
I trip,
I fall into the mud
I’m cold and wet but i can’t find my way.
The wind keeps pushing
I see a light
I run to it
I’m home
But wait i trip once more
I do not see that light again
I wake up , oh it was all a dream