I Died in a Dream

Clock tick
With a sound of a click
On an analog clock
It is ten minutes to midnight
Rolled in white sheets
Minds on a holiday
Virtually it is a dream day

It is not a cavalry
But rather an infantry
Gazing fixedly
Staring timidly
Looking for the adversary
Ready to shoot them down
And end their lives’ fun
Unfortunately
Unexpectedly
As I stood face down
Did he shoot at me?
No, it was a machete
He had hacked me by the neck
With a sharp bolo
Head apart
And the other body aside
Stuttering and stammering
The head said my last;

If I should die
I die for the idea that will live
And, I …………………….

Clock tick
With a sound of a click
On an analog clock
It is past midnight
White sheets pushed aside
This time it is a real day.