I open the past door,
Behind beautified memories,
I see the disappointment and pain.
I open the present door,
Surrounded by qualms,
I see the confusion.
I open the future door,
I see nothing but more doors.
I live in my own nightmare.
And, I have nobody to shake me, wake me and assure me that it’s just a dream.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”
“You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.”