Ravenous Retribution

A Dark Dream

 

The bleaching of morning sun

Attempts to burn away the layers

Of dirty skin and dreamer sins

 

A bloated heart deflated

From its sticky wet engorgement

You want to know

 

You want to peek through

The keyhole of my

Breathless, sweaty, psyche

 

 

As I try to hide it from God himself

Fear of hellfire that I can almost

Feel ravenously licking my soul

 

Retribution for retribution

Of insidious, idiopathic conjuring

That dangerously felt delectable

 

No, save me from your judgment

While I try to save my own

As you say, it was just a dream

 

I don’t know

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dreams become reality and others try to save us...make us like them....as if they are the only ones saved.
Those who judge will be judged more harshly in the end.
We are our own worst critics...at least those of us who really care about getting it right...
we know our loopholes and shortcomings well-enough as we introspect.
I like the idea of the sweaty psyche...it does work overtime...total exertion...breeds beads of sweat.
and the conscience concedes to that...
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you j. and you ain't wrong!

[emmajoygreen]

I crept from this poem, wanting to escape its dark, sad tones. Yet that in fact was the power of your writing.. your words implied 'don't care, will do what I feel in my dreamtime, it's mine.. leave me.. and without courtesy, not a touch of emotion - mere numbness. You write with a dark pen and achieve what you intended. That shows exceptional skills, Patricia. Many thanks for sharing yet more of you mind, imagination and all

[Patricia]

Thank you emma.

[Betty Hermelee]

Just a dream, yet a very dark one P….. not too unusual for you….you seem entangled in a sarcastic mood, damning yourself for whatever, and not really caring what God thinks, because it was only a dream….an interesting one at that….always love your creativity P. Even if it’s dark….we can’t always have a fake smile…….hugs to you
B.

[Patricia]

Thank you B