Posted in Poems

Reality is but a dream

autumn

I steal another shot.
The danger is great.
But I am desperate.
I have to go back.

I feel the effects.
I can hear the guards.
But the door is gone.
A few more seconds.

They cannot follow.
For now, I am safe.
Will I be in time?
I can only hope.

Time unravels fast.
Reality is but a dream.
I have travelled far.
The past has arrived now.

I hear my name called.
It’s your voice I hear.
My heart pounding, I turn.
I am not late. You waited.

By C.E. Pereira
(10-9-2019)