Sleepwalking


I walk outside,
All Draped with fear,
I hear a cry,
It sounds so near,
I see a plane,
Acrost the sea,
I watch it plummet,
I watch it bleed,
I smile again,
The lie my own,
My head is stiff,
The mind is blown,
I turn away and walk ashore,
I hear the wind a gentle roar,
Now as I lay down here to rest,
I watch deaths hand move up my chest,
A sound rings out,
I wake alone,
The floor is cold,
I hear the phone.

Copyright ©2002 Jeremy Brown