I woke up <br />Turned on the light <br />I walk away with bloody hands <br />I go into the bathroom and wash away <br />The pain of everyone hurting me <br />I wrapped up my hands <br />Walked out the front door <br />The street lights explode <br />After I walk under them <br />I sit down in the blackened world <br />Everyone sleeping in their cozy beds <br />I go down to the end of the street <br />There is a car that shines the headlights <br />The car freezes right there and does not move <br />I touch the car <br />It knocks me back and I black out <br />I wake up and it’s morning <br />The shattered bulb is not shattered <br />I look at my hands and they are not cut <br />It was just a dream <br />And the blackened world is all light <br />Until I dream again.<br /><br />Thomas Henderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shattered-light/
