From Dreams to Nightmares

Light colors swirl,
dream enhanced state,
walking among clouds,
people you love come to meet you.

Laughing, talking, coming and
going,
there's always a smile around,
maybe even some love
to fill your heart.

Something tinges the skyline,
a darkness creeps to view.
People melt away, mere piles of
dust molded to human form.

The wind picks up
tearing apart those fragile figures,
their ashes dancing in the storm
that has began to take shape.

The laugh in your lungs is
knocked out as the
false figures
float and coat your throat.

You begin to choke,
the remains of your loved
killing you slowly.

"Help...."
You call, you try to scream.

No one responds.

You grasp at your neck,
but your hands begin to turn to ash.

Ash is billowing around you now.
Your vision goes blurry.
You can't hear a thing.
Your nose can't smell.
Your skin is wilting.
All you can taste
is ash.