Damn the dream!

I woke up and tried to get up,
But neither could move nor talk,
I saw my family around me,
Shocked and shaking me from sleep.

I was awake, yet couldn’t shout,
Stiff I felt and heavy was my heart,
Was that fear or coma?
Felt a ton on me and was immovable.

Was rushed to a doctor, everyone crying,
I tried but could move only my thumb,
Which none noticed or cared!
But I gathered my strength to shout.

Nothing happened but a sharp pain,
That was too painful and unbearable,
Pulled myself and shouted loudly,
Gasping for breath, cursing the damn dream.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST