Dark Poetry #4 |
Nightmares |
bgj Member
since 2005-11-09
Posts 128Ga. USA |
Nightmares Sleep, that hellish pit that I do loathe Filled with dreams that lead to where; A bleak desert of grief stained sand Blown by winds of fearful despair. Caught in its grasp of abysmal desire A shoreless sea where horror teems, As Death’s cold torpor invades my soul God’s stormy finger above me screams. An open doorway, icy cold Where phantoms beckon with spectral calls, And deranged laughter echo’s round From Hell’s bloodstained, hideous walls. As anguish and hope tug me awake And terror slowly drains from my mind, I realize with somber conviction Bliss and horror are strangely entwined. Bobby G. Jarrard Copyright 2005 by Bobby G. Jarrard |
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sgreybe Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 209London, UK |
Wow, Bobby this is fabulous! I admire your artistic flair; the imagery speak wonders. I will certainly look for more of your stuff. Wonderful! Sylvia |
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bgj Member
since 2005-11-09
Posts 128Ga. USA |
Thanks Sylvia for your kind words, glad you enjoyed mine. Lots of luck, bgj |
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