Nightmare

A poem about the journeys in nightmares, how they sometimes just don't make any sense.

A sequential deterioration of bastardized ideas.
Falling, stumbling, slipping to the void.
My horror... only in the wilting madness
can I understand the true- no, half-true- intentions.
No form to lend to fleeting miscommunication;
I don't understand the message you're sending.
Blood on my hands and filling my mouth,
like a cup, stained inside and out.
A mesmerizing little nightmare, fully unplugged,
leads me- or you- to bewildering picture shows
of life, love, and the pursuit of final death.
Teeth, fully hinged in daylight's offering,
wiggle and fall against a purple, bloated tongue.
A scream, my scream, parts the encircling shadows
and draws the attention of my boogeyman friend.
Oh dreamscape shut down, control, alt, delete it.
No rhyme, less reason, and I'll awaken to a bed
that's soiled with sweat and salty, wet tears.

Reviews

[inconsistentsea]

Great. I really enjoyed this. I think most people can relate to this, the confusing fear that we don`t feel we can escape from. Well done.

[Erin]

I really like ur style. It is alot like the writing I have notebooks full of. Lol. Its nice to read something I relate to.

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Really nice writing.. Do u read mine to Anguish...

[EMMIE]

THIS IS AWESOME! CRAZY AND DARK AND BEAUTIFUL ALL AT THE SAME TIME. LIKE THE WAY YOU WROTE THIS, KIND OF LIKE A FREE STYLE OF POETRY BUT VERY STRONG AND CREATIVE. GREAT WRITE.

[Cassie Fraga]

ooohhh the madness!! what a great read, free flowin with feeling I love that!!
nice work!!

[Muse]

A night terror of sorts, soiled in sweat and MAD ideas. It's a free flowing thought put into creative verse; that covers the landscape of your minds eye. Great penning!