Poem: A horrific Dream

The place called home comes regularly in my dreams,
How loved it is before,
And how terrifying it becomes after.

We want to meet them badly
And still there we stand hopelessly.
While I hold my breath to not let the dream go,
I yearn and wish for the catastrophy to stop.
I am harshly terrified by the way the disaster is engulfing
Everything that is outside.
And everything flashes by and eyelids completely occupied.

Just some time before we were fighting over petty things.
How we thought that everything was unrealistic
And how we had some set goals.
How in some seconds everything seems so useless and small.

Now closing our eyes forcefully
We are silently wising, silently crying,
Practicing it would decelerate or stop it. We wished.
We unlucky fools.

Foolish.
Foolish.
Foolish.
Foolish.
Foolish.
That disaster took it all.
Ate everything that mattered.
And now there are holes and bricks and broken walls.

Where should I go, I don’t know.
Where to look and what to think,
My brain seems so little.
In moments it vanished and now we are moving,
My sister, me, we.
And I cry, we all sob.

I woke up with a jerk in my body,
Heartbeat throbbing with choked windpipe,
I see my roommate sleeping
And then I silently take a deep sigh.