For my novella I am interspersing Dreams that I, the protagonist, had throughout life. Originally I was going to describe each dream in detail. However many of the dreams faded from memory and all that was left was the feeling. Thus the decision to place a poem where the dream should be to paint a vivid picture of what the dream felt like.
Tangible absence terror within
Punishment for unforgiven sin
Colors fade away, washed out and pale
Brutal is the Dream, desp’rate the wail.
Thunder thunder on the horizon
Blackened orb in the field of vision
Growing growing never is slowing
Run! I must run while fear is flowing.
Consume the light and consume the sound
Hope above hope that I won’t be found
Close! Too close! I look deep in its eye
Awakened Dream, boy silently cries