By:Bryan Pangilinan
Alone, I stand in the dark,
without anything to cause a spark.
I see bats in the air
But I just stand there, frozen with fear.
My glasses begin to mist
Foggy, not clear.
I wipe them but I still stand in tears.
Without anything to guide me, I run into the darkness
But I see a light.
But all of a sudden, I heard something from afar
then the image came clear, an old car.
I turn away for just one minute
And when I turned back there was nobody in it.
I woke up in my bed, dripping in sweat.
Then, I notice it was a dream
I go back to sleep.