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I can almost taste my escape


Clang! Clang! No…
Please God, I cried.
Yet, I knew. I failed.
I am still a prisoner.

I was so close to freedom.
Until the bell rang.
I’ll try again tonight.
I cannot give up. I won’t.

Sunlight streamed inside.
Through the window bars.
Time was in slow motion.
Dragging on until lights out.

I held my dreamcatcher.
I chanted the ancient text.
The magic weaved its spell.
And the cell walls vanished.

Hurry! There is not much time.
I heard the dream master say.
Tune your mind to the dreamscape.
Meld it to the dreamcatcher.

I’m in the dreamscape again.
Vibrant colours. Fields. Homes.
The story emerging. Almost.
Hurry! My heartbeat doubled.

The wind ruffles my hair.
I run as fast as I can.
I can almost taste my escape.
Then I’m yanked back.

Into the fog. Falling.
Clang! No…no! Clang!
The cell walls closing in.
Prison bars mocking me.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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