The Final Rest

 

Slow is the drift that carries me

I feel serene 

the feel of ordinary movement

changes all around

finally sleep is found 

I follow 

in hopes of a Dream

Here in the sleep of Night

there is no difference 

in darkness and prey

Darkness it calls my name

a soothing song

Pick up the pace 

before the dream is gone

With fury, I fly 

following this Dream

the darkness will always

wait for me

Fury will win

the dream within 

my reach 

so swift

with the quickest reaction

my entire body

halts to the edge

of a cliff

I did not see 

till my feet stopped dead

and the dream was gone

with balance and movement of arms

I wager to fall

opposite the ledge 

crumbling gravel

my own body betrays me

tumbling 

into a great fall 

falling with nothing

to hold 

graduating speed 

every bit of my skin

stands on end

another surge of adrenaline

Startled to a new wake

in my bed 

did I fall or jump

to reality

my eyes will not open

there held by a hand

my body

ready for a fight

is pinned down 

by a man

on top of me

his steel against my throat

breathe hot and heavy 

in my ear

All movement becomes

a raspy summons

"your back,good next time I strangle you I'm gonna let you die"

The raspy sound 

by itself 

is suffocating 

He has to be a dream

Breath 

I cant find my breathe

Wake

from this dream

free me

His pain rips through me

i can no longer breath

he is strangling me

Author's Note

Traumatic near death experience at the hands of a monster. Time can heal all the wounds. Strength can eventually liberate you from the paralyzing fear. However there is a place in your brain that doesn't heal so easily and holds on to the traumatic experience never letting go. Have you ever woke from a bad dream, normally you just shake it off. Later in the day something will trigger the memory of that dream, a sight, smell, touch, taste, or sound and the dream plays back vaguely in your head. You turn to a friend and say oh my I had the strangest dream. PTSD works the same but on a much bigger scale. I live with PTSD, the way it effects me is my sleep, I fight sleep worried my brain will replay the trauma. if I can get passed the monster in my head and find sleep, I actually dream. If I don't find sleep and a sound triggers the event back to life. I am trapped with a monster again, somewhere between memory and dream. If you still reading thank you and God Bless

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

i read this last night before bed and again this morning it is a very strong emotional powerful piece of work, thanks for entering my greatest fear comp

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

I struggled how to write this so that a reader could see the image or feel the emotion. I struggled and finally just wrote how it feels to relax, drift and seek a dream. I thank you for your review.

Sheer Terror

[ROXANE DORSEY]

YOU HAVE A LOVELY PIECE OF WORK HERE, AND I READ IT TWICE.

[Michael S]

Great imagery, Sheer Terror. :-) :-)
You keep experimenting with your writes which I really like.Quite an intense write and keep me attentive till the end. Poignant one.

[Re-Pete]

wow. powerful and 'gripping' - pun intended. such raw imagery. you are such a talent. i'm almost speechless. this is phenomenal.

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

Thank you Pete for the Amazing review. It's always inspiring when someone gets the Poetry you write. Your to kind. This Poem like all my work is a true to life piece, my working things out. Thank you again pleases read more.

Sheer Terror

[XO Vee]

This is a wonderful piece, builds the anticipation; nice work keep sharing

[TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror]

I am glad you like it. I read your poetry you write so eloquently about the beauty in life and also the darker side. I appreciate your opinion. I will send more.

[CaffeinatedMe]

at first i was like... huh? but by then end i was all ahhh.