Paranoia

The sudden noise of sharp laughter

Echoes in the throes of sorrow.

As soon as the darkness looms,

Envelopes her.

She screams in mind-blowing agony,

The pain resonates deep in its aristocracy.

She smiles underneath the pain of treachery

Succumbs to the pit of darkness; such frailty.

 

Bound in the gloomy chair of deceit,

Head held high as she suffers in defeat.

The pride of a woman is lost on her feat,

She suffers an endless passion,

Never to be sated, and falls into the bottomless pit.

 

Stuck in a chair, she weeps pitifully,

Embarking on thoughts that hold her savagely.

Like a million little needles piercing through her skin,

She suffers an insurmountable need to check herself from within.

 

What have I done wrong, I don’t deserve this.

She mumbles to herself as the gleaming eyes of the guards dart past her.

Screaming, she shuts her eyes.

Weak and flustered she tries to hide herself in the dark of the shallow shadows.

 

The very next night she fumbles to the ground,

She finds a steep cliff and staggers as she climbs

Atop a moonlit stone pavement, she sighs in relief.

How long have I been moving, darting across scenes?

I see beached scenery, half split into the ground

Waves going round and round.

Oceanic blue hues, with the sun-stricken babes

And such lavish greenery, that sprinkles with full blossomed flowers.

The pink tints and high lights of the freshly picked rose buds

A little girl carries with such a tainted face.

 

Is this real? Or just a figment of my imagination?

 

I don’t understand. A nightmare within the sweetest of dreams

Colliding in a fairy tale-like story but filled with chaos and broken heaps of sorrow.

 

Standing across from the greaves of laughter,

Falling through the depths of the earth

Oh how can she muster

The courage that dwells deep inside her solemn slumber.

 

Alas, it’s all in vain as she crumbles to the ground.

All just a wistless dream she has,

Falling, falling, falling deep.

Shattered skulls await her descent

Slowly her body, soul and legs knead the dreary path of unpleasant dreams

Bordering on nightmarish, hellish, fiendish thrills.

Leaving her weak and surly, barely alive.

 

As she awakes from this nightmare,

Resonating thoughts probe into her inner mind.

She scarce can think of anything else,

Unholy, filthy fingers knead her very flesh

She gasps and struggles for her very breath.

Slowly she hears the whispers of the wind.

Forever has gone, forever, within, till the end of time.

Forever has gone and never will come

For the second forthcoming of the unborn child,

Begone.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

You have my unbridled sympathy.
It is bad enough to suffer foul dreams , but
to have those dreams turn into nightmarish
excursions into the land of isolation ----too much.

Good luck and God bless !

----- Eagle Cruagh