Sinking slowly down
Into the silent darkness
How far will I fall?
Fear, like an old friend,
catches me in cold embrace
freezing me in place.
Familiar unknown
memories like faded scars
half-remembered pain.
Shining silver streak,
fine claws trace down the tear's path
trailing bright rubies.
I will not recall,
you who starves in solitude,
after I'm awake.
Patiently you'll prowl,
at the edge of every dream,
waiting to break through...
or for me to fall,
down into your arms again
once more in your thrall.
This is another opening poem for a dream journal ...this one is the 2020 Edition... I realized I had never written a dream poem about a nightmare... I always focus on good dreams because that's what I have mostly.. I don't often have nightmares so I figured if there was one waiting for me it would get awfully lonesome and prowl about like a feral Beast that image was so spooky and irresistible... as was the Edward Scissorhands-like moment where the nightmare, in curious wonder, traces the tear trail down the cheek of the terrified Dreamer only to leave a bleeding **** behind because it's very nature is to frighten and cause pain... it has no fingers to touch with or words to speak...
I am generally a very positive person so it was strange and interesting trying to write something creepy and dark it was a fun challenge and I think it turned out pretty well. >w<
