That Dream Last Night…a dark lament
Staring at the abyss…a dream of dark lament
How can I refuse the waking blues of winter,
when dreams compile a darker lament,
and shudder I from sordid feasts and demon speaks,
when waking seems much better to accept.
What my mind contrives
does worry me from psychiatric eyes,
as where the hell do I get this stuff,
this had too much of my unconscious, gruff.
So welcomed this chilled assault,
this winter morning heart stopping halt,
that greets me from my dreams,
and stark the dark memories, my terror mind it seems.
The mirror offers no reprieve,
my horror lives on in what I see,
and yet the day at least perceives a better ending,
a touch of sun to encourage life and breathing.
Oh sad and gross my dreams last night,
a disturbing and distasteful plight,
that came without a notice warning,
a dark finale of devils spawning terror.
But now I must forget that mind,
that drew me in my slumber time,
to disconcert this weakened heart,
of things that I’d prefer to never start,
to think about.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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I get a lot of my fiction stories from dreams – some I dare not write about. LOL Dreams are like another world, another life. Where indeed does this stuff come from? And why do some dreams linger with us for so long like an unanswered question? Well penned verse, Tony.
A multitude of answers to those questions, some flashbacks from other lives, some venting fears and concerns others just the fragments of life experience. The subject or circumstances usually tell you if they’re worries etc. Like I always have flood dreams of huge waves when life is overwhelming. Being pursued by whatever is fears encroaching etc. dreams are interesting for sure. Glad you enjoyed this one Phyllis.
Your wonderful poetry took me into your world of dreams.
Pleased you enjoyed it Rasma. Cheers!