in my nightmare,
i walk across plain,gibberous
of melted blue grey glass.
in my nightmare,
the voices of the
four winds whisper,
words fetid and foul,
of love lost
and left behind.
in my nightmare,
the sun scowls
and rips the water
right from my lips.
and i walk on feet,
of bones stripped bare.
and i search,
horizon to horizon
but see only,
blind hope mirages,
fading away.
and my voice echoes,
in my calamitous mind,
calling names of kin and kind.
and my skin sloughs from
my flesh, to sizzle on the ground.
and inside,
the cage,
of xylophone ribs.
a wizened walnut heart
no longer beating,
to ordered time.
and my skull,
now, a hollow drum
of rattling, mutton-headed thoughts,
constantly bleating.
in my nightmare,
i am laid bare
and found wanting, needing,
longing.
in my nightmare,
you are not there.
in my nightmare
there is...
no one else, anywhere.
in my nightmare
i am alone
all alone....
and that,
scares, the **** out of me!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
in my nightmare,
i walk across plain,gibberous
of melted blue grey glass.
in my nightmare,
the voices of the
four winds whisper,
words fetid and foul,
of love lost
and left behind.
in my nightmare,
the sun scowls
and rips the water
right from my lips.
and i walk on feet,
of bones stripped bare.
and i search,
horizon to horizon
but see only,
blind hope mirages,
fading away.
and my voice echoes,
in my calamitous mind,
calling names of kin and kind.
and my skin sloughs from
my flesh, to sizzle on the ground.
and inside,
the cage,
of xylophone ribs.
a wizened walnut heart
no longer beating,
to ordered time.
and my skull,
now, a hollow drum
of rattling, mutton-headed thoughts,
constantly bleating.
in my nightmare,
i am laid bare
and found wanting, needing,
longing.
in my nightmare,
you are not there.
in my nightmare
there is...
no one else, anywhere.
in my nightmare
i am alone
all alone....
and that,
scares, the **** out of me!
this was an exercise written from a prompt
thankfully i have not had
and gonestly hope to never have this stark, dark dream ...gone bad...
just flexing my wings and writing outside myself..
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