A Dream Poem by Lianne 1990

I was dreaming and saw
a room, as clean and tidy
as anyone could wish

still, there was something that
held me back, it seemed to be
frightening me while I stood there

but somehow, my curiosity
conquered my fright and I
entered, ignorant of things ahead

I strolled through the room
and came along a piece of
furniture filled with drawers

for a moment I closed my eyes
suddenly, I realized myself
I was holding a key in my hand

nourishing my wish for knowledge
I tried to open one of the drawers
a dry thud was heard while opening

a cloud of dust whirled out of it
leaving impressions, scary but
intriguing, causing me to wonder