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Jun 2019
Nights veil pulls back the misted past
no sleep found here no needed rest
you invade my dreamscape thick and fast
with sounds and images set to test

your scent wafts into my sleeping head
Unwell fingers carress unwilling skin
it's pain in truckloads stuck in my bed
with your sick desires my prison again

I strive I struggle to kick to the surface
free myself from your deathly embrace
feel the pulling of your unholy purpose
the need for breath becomes my race

memories mixing all sweet with the bitter
lured by false joys, sweet sugared lies
trapped in sleep my body jolts and jitters
my voice small whipmers, begs and cries

This landscape paints an unpretty scene
in shadows you watch as the films unspool
garbled words off your lips the tilt and lean
your cold smile flashing full and cruel

The one I loved the one who I trusted
you had my heart my devotion my love
tore it all down my passions all rusted
smashed it apart with iron ****** glove

Sleep, sleep, rest dreamless and heavy
I ache to drop like a stone in deep rivers
too many nights made my pain your levy
jolts awake shaking in cold sweats shivers.

J.C. 21/06/2019 4.30am.
Nightmares are common for me. They, nor the historical abuse I suffered, do not define me, just something I have to deal with at times.  This has been a long 'episode' of them lasting almost 2months of nightly bad dreams...
Jayne E
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Jayne E  F/New Zealand
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