My Soul Weeps..

a recurring dream I had through my youth.

Descent…..

 

The gut clenching anxiety sweeps over me

As the acid burn of bile rises in my throat

My eyes straining to catch a glimpse

Of the coming storm, in my freefall to hell

 

Heart pounding in paralysing fear

The cold wind whistles past my ears

I have no control with my descent

Gasping breath, my soul is spent

 

The tumultuous clouds threaten ever near

Dark and ominous, razor sharp

I fall closer, heart stopping, eyes close

The razors cut through my body with ease

 

Death takes me, for the moment it seems

Embraced in the darkness, I accept my demise

No pain as yet, as razors are want to be

The pulsing pain starts, as I fall apart

 

 

Reprieve…..

 

Sudden wakefulness, sharp mind, clear heart

Sky blue, air warm like a bath

Falling slowly, sweetly and soundly

Taking my soul to better times

 

Safe in the embrace of the heavens light

All transgressions forgiven, all wrongs righted

Tumbling slowly facing my fears strongly

Soft cotton clouds catch my fall…

 

Author's Note

let me know what you think :)

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very lovely well written poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[D. Nelson]

I think its a very deep and beautiful poem

The first 4 stanzas are dark and thoughtful but then the last two jerk you up through your emotional scale to feeling a little glimmer of hope.

very well worded and a great write, =]

(and sorry for not giving reviews for such a long time)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

At first what seems like a nightmare turns into there is life after a broken heart, that is what I got from this brilliant piece of writing.

[Albert Freeman]

I've never had these types of dreams so I'm always fascinating by your dreams and how vivid they are that you can recall them. This is a fantastic poem. xxx

[Angel's Lady]

Sky blue, air warm like a bath -- I LOVE ALL OF YOUR IMAGERY, but this line especially makes me all fuzzy.

Safe in the embrace of the heavens light
All transgressions forgiven, all wrongs righted
Tumbling slowly facing my fears strongly
Soft cotton clouds catch my fall� ---- Aw, man...nicely done, Mel! Beautiful, so beautiful...

GREAT WRITE!

[Samuel Dickens]

At first I was thinking "What has someone been saying or doing to this child to make her have such a bad dream?" But then, everything changed and the nightmare gave way to rescue and happy thoughts. I'm no psychiatrist, but it seems to me that your young mind was working out the whole "heaven and hell" thing. I had one that kept coming back, too, but it stopped when I was about ten.