POEM: False Awakening

I wake up in a world I’ve never tread before.

Standing in a forest, before an oaken door.

The door opens with a screeching, shuddering creak.

I walk into a room whose walls begin to leak.

The flood is rising higher in this strange new world,

and then forms a vortex in which I’m cruelly swirled.

As I resolve to drowning, the walls fall open,

and I am washed down a secluded, mountain glen.

I awake mistrustful, and unsure of my state,

but one fact speaks true, that I need to urinate.

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