Dark poem of a dreamer struggling in nightmares. Written for Dark Dreamscapes contest. |
| Dreams in Nightmares Swirling and dismal Dark and depressing Unable to make sense of the inner reality Which twists and turns Like vapour. Images arise, Grow and come into view With focus, They vanish and disperse. I reach forth to grasp Anything that may settle my soul; But fear swamps me, Seeps up through the webs around me, Threatening to pull me under To drown in the battle that impinges My mind. I am bound to my bed; Restrained without consent. Held down by forces I do not understand, I struggle to find a hold, To drag myself up and out Of this hellish dream. I must save myself or be lost forever Only I can make it Only I can break the spell. Only I can Awake. Lines = 28 Written for Round 4 of the Dark Dreamscapes Contest - July 2014 Picture Prompt ** Image ID #1998576 Unavailable ** |