Nightmare landscapes in night flight.

Nightmare landscapes in night flight.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It twas an eerie, dark
and cold night
where a peaceful sleep
deemed appropriate
on the lunar calendar.

But the restless intruders
broke in, living the night
as squatters, as they do.
What is a nightmare
but a nocturnal interrogation
of the mind that won't let go
leaving every thought upturned.

Okay mind! Lets have it buster
for the record. This is nightmare one
with my accomplice, nightmare two.
As you know we are here to interrogate you!
Let the night tapes roll.

On the night dated the thirty first,
where were your thoughts?
What thoughts did you ponder?

Well! I....
NO! NO! NO! We're not buying into that!
Lets go through it  once again.
Where were your thoughts
on the night dated the thirty- first?

I.....
Nothing to say for yourself.
Come on, look within you!
We can take all night, if we have too.
Lets go through this one more time.

Where were you......?
It's going to be a long night!

Hope your ringing in sick tomorrow.
Now for the last time.

Where were you.....?
Forget the sheep!
Where were your thoughts!

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 9, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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