The weeping winds in tumultuous sleep
Ravaged the land
Lifting cats off couches
Plunged them head first in trash cans
Lost souls erecting road signs
For their kin
The whole land in haze
As darkness deluged reality
A world floated in a supernova
Of deadly threats and wailing women
They had come for theirs
Dried skulls scavenging for flesh
As skeletal closets shivered in a corner
It was a coup of sort
As they took what is theirs
It all seemed a horror film
But, there was a girl chained
To the giant boneyard cottage
Eyes empty into space
A chant and a prayer dosage
Before her last breath
And the night was hell
I’m glad I woke up
Albeit bathed in sweat!
Colorful dream or projection? Either way, I’m envious much!
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Such dreams are never colourful. Nightmares never are. Envious? hehehe I’m thrilled you are.
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I think your poem is a literary beauty. I meant colorful in that regard. At any rate, keep writing!
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Thank you Herbert.. My artistic ego is now the size of an elephant. Lol!
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If the shoe fits, young king!
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Thanks Man
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Very creative, what an imagination you have!
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It all began with the image. I saw it and gave it words
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Amazing!
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Thanks so much my dear
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You’re welcome!
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