Monday, 22 September 2014

New Poem

He found a way of waking himself up.

As he was going to sleep he kept

saying to himself, “Wake up! Wake up!”

He dozed off with these words in his

mind, over and over again, “Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!”

At around 7 in the morning he found

himself dreaming that he was asleep

in the back of a car and someone

was outside the car, shouting,

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

In his dream, he woke up and

because he knew he was in his

dream he wondered if that meant

he was still asleep.

Still in his dream, he realised

who it was who was shouting,

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

It was him. The person outside the

car was him.

Still in his dream he stared at

himself. The ‘him’ that was shouting

“Wake up!” stared at the ‘him’ who

had woken up.”You’re still asleep!”

he shouted. “You think you’ve woken

up but that’s in the dream. In fact

you’re asleep.”

“Then who are you?” the sleeping

him said.

“I’m the you, who is waking you up,”

he said.

“But you’re in the dream, so you’re

asleep as well, aren’t you?” he said.

“Yes,” said the him that was waking

him up.

“So how will you wake up?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” he said, “all I know

is that I have to wake you up?”

“But how can you wake me up

if you’re asleep?”

That morning, he woke up later

than he had ever woken up before.