By Chad Carlson
(Please read the original Bad Dreams before this as this is a continuation of the first poem... Otherwise it won\'t make much sense)
The laughter has finally ceased. My eyes hold me captive. I see I\'m at the bottom. The darkness has entrapped me. I survived the fall. I can\'t see where I\'m at. I\'m feeling all around me. Trying to get back. Hoping for a handle. A ladder or a rope. The only way back is up. Will to live my only hope. Fist goes to the mirror. Hand destroys the glass. I\'m back in my own world. Now nothing keeps me trapped. Seven years of bad luck. Seems a worthwhile trade. Knowing now I can never look. At my eyes that will enslave