The blood curdling screech pierces my senses
and etches itself in my mind.
A devilish creature, with human limbs protruding
from every orafice stays an arms reach away.
The almost human screams from this atrocity
begins to take on an eerie sound.
Distant repetoires of what was once human,
seems to be escaping from its grotesque form.
The damned of the world are within it and
have no option but to wail for eternity.
I am pressed, running faster to escape their fate...
My legs become weak and grow heavy.
The constant throbbing and pounding in my brain
is taking me to the verge of insanity.
My eyes open but I find myself still clothe in darkness.
Fear has consumed me completely.
I lay there, for what seems like eons, before
a trickle of light finally filters through.
I vow to the new day and pray that
darkness never returns.
Wow! This dream must have gotten your heart pumping wildly, Paul. Terrifying imagery...glad you escaped before it got you! An intense piece of poetry:)
Sheila
Reviewed by B Thomas Daniels (Reader)
Reviewed on March 27, 2003
Fantastic poem, reminds me of some dreams I have had that are simular, the faces are always belong to those who's lives I have taken.
Way to capture the dream.
keep that light in your view...it will always pull you through...the hands of darkness are feeding now...don't allow yourself to be fuel....
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 20, 2003
It seems as though the madness of the world is trying to entice you to come join the madness. [sorry, I give dream interpretation classes] Don't go to the madness [smiles]
Excellent write Paul. I'm so glad you saw the lights at the end of your dream.
This one reminds me of my recurring nightmare which I had 'til I was into my 20's. In this dream I always went to a place where there were humans with animal heads, and each time I turned around and ran away from them.....and I'm so glad I ran away from them.
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Sheila
Way to capture the dream.
Tom
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Chrissie
You brought us into your dreams and mind..
Imaginative excellent write.
This one reminds me of my recurring nightmare which I had 'til I was into my 20's. In this dream I always went to a place where there were humans with animal heads, and each time I turned around and ran away from them.....and I'm so glad I ran away from them.
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is an amazing write!
You had me engrossed
all the way through.:)
You captured it brilliantly in verse.
Great Job!!
tony
This is excellent. The ending was so good.
Thankyou
Peg