One day I was flying over the
Hills covered with snow.
I flew up through the clouds
And toward the valley down
Below.
While flying I found the path
For which my life was bound.
I was rushing faster down
Quickly down toward the
Ground.
It was at that time that I
Panicked and shot up out of bed.
All my thoughts and freedoms
Suddenly turned to feelings of
Dread.
My head was hot, my pulse racing
I realized I was not well.
I then understood what my dream was
It was , I know, a trip down to
Hell..
I loved this one. It may not have great poetic verse or rhythm, but it was so cool to write. I was horribly depressed at this time, and this was what I wrote as an attempt to express my feelings at that time.