Wicked Lurks

~an old nightmare revisited

Night has an enemy

          with no consolations,

       solace sought

                is never a viable option

wicked lurks in recesses'd 

                    mind's subservience

     footsteps disparage the quietude of sleep

putrid scent of iniquitous evil

                        permeates the senses  

    grotesque hands that held me as a small child

arms wrapped now tightly

                 in a vise grip of deplorable capture

  calloused touch erupts 

               in flashes of nightmare's rush

sounds and sights of a door ajar

                             with vile intent

   straining not to breathe or incite a menacing monster

screams within the sacred temple

                   evaporate in disgust'd mist

      stolen lyrics of naivety shadow a heart's song 

prayers go unanswered 

                  kept on well oil'd dusty shelves 

     shadows steal the breath of innocence's pleas

waiting for a saving grace

   that never answers

         all are silenced by the darkly torment of secrets

            sinister hideouts exhaust'd

                 avoidance's uttered sounds in hush'd blue notes 

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Don't know how to help, so wish i could. Wish there was a way of making such evil fade into space. But things are burned into you so deeply, dear friend. I do pray, love.. will try harder. Promise.

'.. stolen lyrics of naivety shadow a heart's song ~ prayers go unanswered .. '

[Frieda P]

Thanks again mwah! x

[s y e]

Sleep is a time when we should be able to rest, go into dreamland and make up some fantasy and live it for the few hours that we sleep... it is a time to 'escape' the world and reality but it doesn't always work for some of us, we are haunted by our past and there is nothing we can do. Sometimes I feel that my nightmares feel like someone is sucking everything from me, leaving me with nothing - a bit like someone who is claustrophobic, if you get me?

// with vile intent
straining not to breathe or incite a menacing monster
screams within the sacred temple
evaporate in disgust'd mist //

Your words are just so powerful, it's like a punch to my heart. Knowing that you are feeling this way, and that your dreams are haunted makes me want to cry. You know I am always here, ready with open arms and sending you all the love and huggles I can. xo

[redflutterby]

This gave me chills and made my skin crawl. Theres a horrific sense of confined smothering here. Being restrained and unable to defend yourself is a horrifying thought....the act is beyond despicable. One can only hope the inflicter will receive a far worse fate. This poem is so dark and terrible hun....sending you a hug. xo

[redzone]

I want a new society NOW!! One where this is NO MORE!!!
You are a brave woman Frieda to write this poem,to share and make many both aware of this pain, but also setting an example for others to tell their stories,release at least some of this horror. ~~redzone

[BlackRose]

So sorry it still invades you so more so in your sleep. I wish all the evils to stop coming to your door waking you. Superb piece nonetheless.

[Jack...]

Sleep is when we should be able to rest from our hard day, it is not supposed to be a time of fear. My sweet Frieda., your words today cut deeply into my heart and soul. To know you revisit this nightmare time and time again breaks my heart. If only, each time you write about it were to shave a bit more of this horrific scene from your memory then poems like this would be something I hoped to see more of.

"Break kettles, sink ships " look this up.

Your poem today is beautiful even with the frightening theme. You show us your heart in an amazing fashion...may it always have the strength to battle your fears.

[Frieda P]

You're always so supportive Jack, thanks so much for your kind words.

[emmajoy]

Wish i could do more than send a hug across the ocean. Know your words are wrapped tightly around every part of you, my dear, dear friend.

'stolen lyrics of naivety shadow a heart's song ~ prayers go unanswered .. '

[Frieda P]

Thanks my sweet friend for your continue support always...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We often are our own worst enemy when we allow our thoughts to betray us by over analyzing things, we end up making up things that are not there like when we were kids and thought monsters were under our bed.

On another note I am wicked but I don't lurk, I peep.

[Frieda P]

Believe me it couldn't have been any worse. Good to know you're not a lurker Dale, grazie mille my friend.

[therisa]

Frieda, may I give you, a hug of compassion and understanding? Although my abusers never touch me, sexually, I do know, how they have damaged me, physically and psychologically, to the point, I have trouble trusting or being around others. I do hope, by writing this, you have manage to release some of the harm done to you. Thank you, for sharing this very personal poem, with us.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much therisa, I think any type of abuse leaves lasting scars, it's damaging and changes who we are and skews with our ideals and how we view the world at times...

[therisa]

Sadly, very true.

[Sami Khalil]

A powerful shout in the darkness after this horrific abuse of this innocent child, of violating the inner sanctum of her soul, of deplorable grip of evil upon her with no viable option(s) to escape this dilemma. A touching write indeed that permeates the senses to the bones...:)........................

[Frieda P]

Thanks Sami, appreciate your kind sentiments, this was a tough one to write...

[Sami Khalil]

I know. You are welcome...:)........................