Bad Dream

He didn’t do it really;

it was a betrayal of mind, not reality.

Thoughts conjured the dark waves,

fears built high the graves.

Insults rose from the iceberg’s base,

floating chaotically to give chase.

The injury was previously made,

not from this incident stabbing in shade.

An old wound spun into hyperbole,

ten times larger, deeper, and bloody.

The phantom menace played on tape;

it bore itself as a demon taking his shape.

Meanwhile, he was actually far away,

going about dutifully towards innocent day.

Don’t blame him for the ghost’s crime;

accuse the slow healing factor of time.

Open your eyes and see you’re awake;

only in the dream did your heart truly break.

Reviews

[Gee]

These dreams tend to come along when all is going swimmingly, must be the fear of the fact that usually in life when all is swell the bad comes along and kicks us where it hurts.
Enjoyed the read Kay

[Kay]

I'm glad you liked this, thank you for reviewing! I totally agree, these things can surprise you at their suddenness. The subconscious mind just springs the fear up out of the blue even if the day was good, often because we've learned to become suspicious when everything seems to be going smoothly.

[Deep]

the last two line of the poem compel reader to give second read to this poem. very well written.

[Kay]

Thank you for reading and commenting! I'm happy to hear that the closing lines of the poem had the intended effect. =) Sorry for the late reply, I haven't been online in a while.

[Deep]

Well, a warm welcome then :))

[Kelly Scheppers]

Excuse me while I close my mouth! Your closing line was well delivered and gave great impact to this bad dream. Wow!

[Kay]

Your comment had me smiling, thank you! =)

[Kelly Scheppers]

...you are very welcomed!