Faceless Face(Dream 5, part 1 of 1)
Stars are twinkling,Moon is bright,
Sun was shining,
All was all-right.
My mental health is dropping,
But everything is o-k.
And sitting in my cabin,
Our leader had much to say.
The cabin was different
It wasn’t like the rest
The outside patio had glass as a fence.
Rather than in the woods,
The cabin was on a hill.
Rather than alone,
A neighborhood surrounds.
One house really stuck out to me:
The one with wood walls painted blue.
The sky blue tinted windows
And the white, white roof.
This house had a patio too.
A porch, I’d say, for some of you.
The white rail surrounded it,
And a couch sat behind it.
Someone on it too.
A blurred out face is all I could make
Of this person who sat on the couch on the porch under the roof.
As I sat in a chair,
And I didn’t do but stare at a book in my hand under my hair,
As our counselor talked, nonstop.
And suddenly I heard the words
“Who and what is that?”
A man with dark black hair was staring right in my direction.
His coat was blue and he had a black and white striped shirt.
His pants were basic black jeans.
His shoes of leather mainly disturbed me,
Almost as much as the eyes that stared.
I looked out the glass to see this man,
A wrench in my gut formed.
Suddenly, in a sudden scream
Another man had formed.
Right up against the glass he climbed
And looked nearly exact to the second.
But the odd distinct feature of this man,
Was the size and faceless features of his face.
We screamed and screamed and ran and shout
And I woke up from my dream.
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