NightmareA Poem by DrifterA 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. © 2011 DrifterReviews
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6 Reviews Added on November 1, 2011 Last Updated on November 1, 2011 AuthorDrifterSCAboutThe great joy of writing fiction is that you get to play God and not feel bad when you ruin peoples' lives. In stories, all the things we detest in day-to-day existence is acceptable; we want drama, .. more..Writing
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