The Nightmare

The Nightmare

A Poem by PoetryofProvidence

I hear the roar of chariots

rumbling throughout the night

awakened from a sleep so deep

what I see gives me such fright

 

The weapons aimed at mankind

with symbols formed of colored lights

no human stands within their scope

their aim is dead to rights

 

My companions heart struck terror

has fallen there deceased

her husbands bones are crushed

but not from life released

 

The warriors outside assault the door

I have turned aside and fled

left the one thats broken

lying unconscious upon his bed

 

The signs are moving upon the air

they follow everywhere I run

their every touch upon a man

is a withered soul now done

 

From it's poison I keep running

I know to not look back

every living thing I've left behind

has died because of lack

 

Those who sought to help me

even these very ones have died

helped me make my escape

suffered death where they reside

 

I ran up a darkened mountain

fled into the nighted trees

there they gave me shelter

and from this terror frees

 

Thought I have about it's meaning

what insight lies within it's scope

humanity without protection

dying without any kind of hope

 

Here I found no answer

to evade or escape this dream

abruptly the spectre ended

nor found did I it's mean

 

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller

via Duboff Law Group LLC

© 2011 PoetryofProvidence


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good one see mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

Posted 13 Years Ago



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