Possessed

 

 

 

Last night I tried to call police,

no answer.

There were entities knocking

at my door.

The first knock, a dark figure,

had a gun.

Told him cops were coming,

he turned to run.

The second knock, a figure,

white skin and red eyes.

I opened the door quickly,

a coward in disguise.

The third visit came,

without turn of door.

I sat still, while our souls

waged their war.

I could smell and see,

could not touch.

The demons released

were once my crutch.

Even though my demons

were sent away,

They kept coming back,

chasing and taunting strength

wandering astray.

Persistence was their tool

putting my spirit under attack.

I continued to wage this war

all through my night.

My body grew tired

determined to win this fight.

The morning sun warmth

on my pale face.

Last night's dreams

sent to final resting place.

Reviews

[Kitty]

When I read this I had to read it again.. It seems this dream is about the going back and forth of an addiction..
First time... you tell the habit no.
second time.. you try it but you run from the habit from fear...that you liked it.
third time...it came and you had to strength nor will to fight it since you liked it..
the last time.. you were freed from the addiction.. though you fought it a while before it left you.
..the nightmare is over. You are free from the addiction..the nightmare is over..
If this is a write from a personal experience, this is a metaphor of a stage in your life. not just a dream.
maybe mine too.. :)

Well written...

[Shadows of Sight]

I like this one! How often is the sunlight of the morning all we need to fight off the bad dreams of life. You words have captured great pictures of the terrors and struggles that we dream of in the back of our minds. but in the end, The sun is your friend and helps you battle the demons and helps you win!
Great Write! :)

[James K. Blaylock]

I greatly enjoyed this haunting piece. And I was right there with the creepiness.

jkb

[Yvonne Heidt]

Wow. I love this on so many levels. Because what I'm reading is deep. Way to go, this has excellent flow. Not only that, it has an excellent message! Could be we could call the demons; the committee! They are always there waiting for us to refund our misery.

Excellent job, Jenn.

[d]

LOVE storytelling set to rhyme...battling in a dream state to that I can truly relate...enjoy how you put words together sis...BRAVA!!!

[The Tao of Bri]

dark and telling.... this is a layered poem at its peak

[Red_Queen]

A wonderful piece one of your best. I loved the way the lines join together so seemlessly. I know whats its like for your crutches to come back and haunt you but don't worry you'll get through it. At least your leg has healed and you no longer need the crutch to stand on.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Very nice. When I read it, it almost seemed like a scene from a movie, it was that visual. Then only criticism is, I noticed you capitalized the beginning word of some stanzas, where there was no period proceeding it, so it should not habe been captialized. But it could be that you intended it that way, a poetic symbol of some kind, if so, let me know, I'd love to find out!

[Jason]

Yes, the flow is that of paranoia to calmness...death at your front door perhaps?- only to awaken from a terrible dream. Good job

[Alexzan Marie]

This instills in the reader the fear of the nightmare that you describe...Very well written, the way that it progresses from fear to a seemingly bitter calm when the nightmare is over.

[Rain]

Seldom read dark writes, though I like dark movies. It really was pretty good. My mind often jumps around. You managed to keep me locked in. Good write. Rain..