Memory Hall (a nightmare)

I walk down the Hall,

Ignoring the heads on the walls;

I look straight ahead,

Playing deaf to their calls.

 

I shudder as droplets of my soul

Slowly leak from my bloodshot eyes;

I struggle to breathe as my throat's

Constricted from my lies.

 

I start to run,

Slowed by their stares;

I start despairing,

Plunged into the dark from dying flares.

 

Every night I run down this Memory Hall,

Knowing I won’t wake if I should happen to stall. 

Reviews

[nocool]

very nicely done.
I like the dark imagery.
flows very nice as well..

[R.M.C]

Thank you. I'm glad I managed to achieve a dark feel to it and that you managed to read it easily.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and we keep wondering if we will wake up or just die in the dream...sometimes those mares are so hard to get out of...

i like this kind of subject...those houses of horror...the dreams that seem reality and vice-versa...7th line, it should be "throat's/ constricted"

but a good eerie journey down the hall...

j.

[R.M.C]

Thank you; I'm glad you could connect with the poem as that, after all, is the main aim. And thank you for bringing the error to my attention.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, the ghosts and ghoulies of memory. Certainly they haunt us all. No way to outrun them and no way to totally erase them. Terrifying scene created here. Good work. Lydi**

[R.M.C]

Thank you, I'm pleased you understood the poem and liked it.