From SY: To My Dreams

A poem about my alter ego in a dream I keep getting. It starts the same and goes slightly differently every time but the feelings are the same. And in the end, I wake up to reality questioning...

Dear Sveta Metchnova,
You have been here trice over,
Wandering the dimly lit corridors,
Wondering what all of this is for.

It is the same abandoned multistorey,
With a grim carpark full of trolleys,
Resembling a scene from a horror story,
But you do not seem to be in worry.

The air you try to breathe is dusty,
Accompanied by a mist that is moldy,
Stale like bread rotting in the pantry,
The lack of fresh oxygen makes you dizzy.

A leaking pipe hypnotically drips,
Drop after drop after drop,
Getting tense you bite your lips,
Trying to bear the sounds that wouldn't stop.

Slowly you quicken your pace,
Searching for a mysterious place,
Your shadow blends with the darkness without a trace,
Now your heart begins to race.

The corridors look familiar,
The run down facade makes it hard to remember,
It really isn't the right to explore,
But with no choice you just push through every door.

You dare not call out,
Fearing what is out and about,
No map to show you a route,
Your ankles start to ache as if you had gout.

You try to deny it but anxiety is afloat,
It doesn't resolve by reciting a Bible quote,
Feeling like your feet are soaked in a sinking boat,
In this forsakened place that is so remote.

You run, wild like a deranged compass,
Frantically seeking for a person,
The panic has made things worse,
You can't help everyone and you never listen.

Fact is, you don't even know who this person is,
Who you are trying to help escape from this,
Why you think it's your responsibility,
Why can't you help yourself and be priority?

And in the midst of this trouble,
You fall apart like this building's rubble,
Your courage disappears as you mumble,
You awaken unable to recover from this rumble.

- SY
2200H 7th December 2015
TBS


SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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