Open Poetry #40 |
Wide Asleep |
Rottiestyl Member
since 2007-04-19
Posts 60Illinois, USA |
Now the slumber comes in restless waves Black and sleek her hand. Pillaging the virginal straits embedded within A helpless mind adrift. The monsters stir the sandman’s wares Dusty clouds hang high. Fitful wails pierce the hallways of nightmares Where no thought survives the hour. A tear in the curtain of satin horror Leaves no room to flinch. Murky legs scamper to nowhere. Now. . . . Leaden eyes blinded in a flash of nothing. Dead calm. D e a d. calm.
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
a very good peom who shall walk herself into the Dark site. Must watched a war movie before sleep only to get a dream like this to post a good poem. worth it I have never had the experience that seeing a poem made my hair standing up. reading it? too horror to speak out. vivid chill. |
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TerryW Senior Member
since 2000-03-23
Posts 779Louisville, Mississippi, USA |
Very powerful imagery! Very compelling! Love It! ~Terry ~you reached inside, you touched my heart, |
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