It’s Only a Dream (a poem)

Walking in the middle of a forest at nighttime.

With only a flashlight and a cellphone.

It was cold outside.

I started to hear voices in the forest..

Like a symphony of voices.

I started to run faster and faster…

I started to hear a loud voice that yelled and yelled in the dream…

I woke up and realized that it was my mom yelling from downstairs.

“How dreams are never realized.”

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