It's just a part of a series of poems based on the BigHit highlight reel stories! Enjoy!!!

Dream

Time ticks away on the clock with slow feet.

All I see is white.

White walls, white floors, white bed, as white and

Pristine and well kept like an angels wings. 

But it's too perfect, too clean. Dull and repetitive

Like the dull feeling of my brain hammering against my skull in the nauseating headache. 

The headache blurring my vision as the light blinds me and I open my eyes to a new dawn

Where I dream of seeing my friends again 

Where I dream to stand up and walk on my own two feet again...

No more loneliness swallowing me up into a black hole of despair and reminiscing. 

No more regret. 

Just my friends 

and my legs to walk again. 

So I will dream for it 

Because that is all I can do.