Under the dark wall of night
tunnel the fugitive spirits
masquerading as
anxiety and fear.
Seeking that one discarded
chink of light you left open.
Open access to your wellbeing
through a portal to your dreams.
Know then that each nightmare
is merely a knowing knock
upon the door of your vulnerability.
Sweet dreams dear poet.
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dusk arising (
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now every single bloomin one of us is gonna start imagining things ...
I do love psychological thrillers in any shape or form ..
... poems being among my personal favouwrite's ...
Neville 🙂
Spooky isn't it. Sleep well.
A fine write DA.
I had you in mind when i wrote this so if you wake up in the middle of the night terrified to find Fido's teeth around your organ (church organ) you'll know where it came from.
Yep! I agree with Neville, imagination already off and running. Thanks for the write Dusk.
My mum always said eating cheese in the evening would lead to nightmares. Now you've no excuse. Thanks Jerry.
I like this one, a lot. Good job Dusk
Grrrr humbug! ..... you're supposed to be quivvering and terrified.
What a poem -Oh so rich in potent intrigue - - flowing with fugitive ghosts grappling to enter my most vulnerable places . This read leaves me running to add its linguistic lilt to my list of favourites.
My word what strange tastes you have once one scratches the surface...... I must scratch more often.
With that vulnerability you left that chink of light for me, so I will go towards that light and have a wonderful night filled with dreams of love and beauty.
Andy
Long may you have that comfort my friend.
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