Room bright blinding and uncomfortable strong echo through the soul anger & fear is all they know
keep running run far and never stop stand to the window but don't jump there is no door now way out
shadows of that face send shivers through my whole body but no stopping Don't let him catch you
scared to never wake to never know peace with the brightness in this room i will always long for the dark never seeing the shadows that i run from only the faces that haunt me in this nightmare there is no triumph only fear .. like the gate of hell sucking in a small child with worlds of fear ...
hide me in the dark or wake me from this nightmare cursed to always keep running
a truly credible portrayal of nightmares that intrude upon the gentleness of sleep...how they can shake the foundations of reality, if only for a time..
You seem to incorporate so many facts of nightmares. In my own, I can remember running, doors, (not knowing what's behind them) windows, faces...you did a great job of capturing the apprehension that accompany's a nightmare. That point of dying and the quiet that follows it just before waking up is my worst memory.
Great writing and the picture compliments the poem so well.
Artwork and words were amazing. I like the feel of darkness and mystery. Dreams can tell us if we are stressed or content. A bad dream mean stress and thinking too hard. A excellent story in the outstanding poem.
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