The Nightmare I MadeA Poem by Deron Alexisa dream i had i may not be like this in real life it was just a dream I
opened my eyes At a screeching
wind I was
colder than the breezes Colder than
the night The face
I wore was blank and pale I got
off my bed Went outside As voices
in the wind Whispered
and chuckled I knew
they were evil But I
started to love them Their sense
of humour And sense
of style
They hugged
my skin And froze
my heart And then
the cannibal I
always feared Started
to seem friendly He was
only misunderstood And now
I understood
From a
hole in the front yard I soon
emerged A duffle
bag on my shoulder My mischief
schemes and sins My brother
who loved me Stood in
the doorway “Whatever
you’re doing I
promise I won’t tell” And yes
I did I pulled
the trigger And put
a hole in his brain
My neighbours
are those Who share
my joy And I snuck
into their houses A man
and his lover Cuddling
tightly His fingers
in her hair Her arms
on his shoulders Oh how
he promised To keep
her safe Save her
from all those Who may
want to do her harm And yes
I did I
pulled the pin from the grenade And nestled
it snug Between
their warmth Closed the
door and counted to ten Then opened
it again To see
the paintjob
A family’s
house And an
only child A young
woman Whose beauty
made them smile And yes
I did I took
the knife And severed
her throat And watched
as she bled But could
not scream To wake
her mom and dad
A house
a monument! A man
that loved himself His fat
made him snore And yes
I did I siphoned
the gas from his SUV And poured
it under his bed And from
a distance for the fun Threw the
match of flame
A single
mom Who got
things going A house
two bedrooms A lovely
smelling kitchen Children
huddled Two on
both beds Her kisses
and love still on their foreheads And yes
I did I shot
all the kids My shotgun
this time Waited in
the kitchen For her
to scream when she saw them Her feet
then splashed In a
gasoline trap And I walked
away With some
ashes on my lap As their
house went up in fire And from
house to house I went
carnage to carnage Until the
first sirens blared
I
returned home Washed off
the blood And yes
I did I lay
back in my bed Closed my
eyes and slept The words
in my head went “100 a
sweet rounded number 100
sinners, 100 problems 100
things for the sloppy police Who couldn’t
catch me to explain
I woke
in the morning And smiled
at the sun rise When my
bliss was shattered By bitter
cries Fathers
for their wives Children
for their parents Every mother
for a son and a mother’s son Screaming
above the sirens I
looked at my hands Without
any blood Yet they
felt heavy With 100
souls and love that I stole I cried
as the television Repeated
my words” 100…. Sloppy police…. Problems.”
The cannibal
true Who got
his wish Faded into
my heart Quite satisfied To leave
me in the guilt
I woke
for real this time And almost
cried My room
looked just as it was On the
dreamers side Convinced
myself It was
not real Then started
to think Think and
feel
Dreams
are wishes Wishes and
fears Whose nightmare
was that? Mine or
theirs?
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Added on January 5, 2013Last Updated on January 5, 2013 AuthorDeron AlexisCunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and TobagoAboutBeen gone from writers cafe a while. Dunno if im back for good. Im hoping im not as much of a little s**t as my 16 year old self was. Lets see how this goes i guess more..Writing
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