Urban Nightmare

No way.

URBAN NIGHTMARE

 

Where lies the good

 

 

In the dark light

 

 

Where lies the bright

 

 

In Grim’s worst fears

 

 

Where lies courage

 

 

When you confront

 

 

A dark, dark nightmare

 

 

Woke up in the dark.

 

 

Sweating, pulled up my clock

 

 

Exactly twelve, Witching hour

 

 

Full moon, dark night

 

 

I try to fall asleep

 

 

Dark memories swirl

 

 

My mind recoils

 

 

What’s that-

 

 

NIGHTMARE

 

 

In the dark, I grab my knife

 

 

The clock ticks **one**

 

 

Heart thumping

 

 

Noises.

 

 

Crickets stop.

 

 

Something’s there.

 

 

What’s that-

 

 

NIGHTMARE

 

 

Creeping through the night

 

 

Stopping down the stairs

 

 

Listening.

 

 

Far away, a car breaks,

 

 

A crack, what’s that?

 

 

Stupid mice.

 

 

I stop, listening a bit.

 

 

This land is unfamiliar,

 

 

This world does not surprise

 

 

Why?

 

NIGHTMARE

Author's Note

Free verse, mind.

Reviews

[LaineyBeetle]

Hey this was a great poem! I really liked it. The words just flowed and they all had meaning and relevance. Sometimes people like to write in words that they think sound good but they have no actual connection to the story that is unfolding in the poem, rendering them useless fill. You also made clever use of similar sounds in words which sort of linked everything together quite neatly. Far away a car breaks a crack what's that... it all just runs along so smoothly. I'm not even sure how to describe what is so good about those couple of lines they just sounded nice rolling off the tongue together. I wish I could describe what I was feeling better than this but I don't have that knowledge of the dynamics of poems to do it. what I can say though is that I enjoyed it :)