the dark wall of night

dusk arising

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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Comments6

  • Neville


    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 🙂

    • dusk arising

      Spooky isn't it. Sleep well.

    • orchidee

      A fine write DA.

      • dusk arising

        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.

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Yep! I agree with Neville, imagination already off and running. Thanks for the write Dusk.

        • dusk arising

          My mum always said eating cheese in the evening would lead to nightmares. Now you've no excuse. Thanks Jerry.

        • Saxon Crow

          I like this one, a lot. Good job Dusk

          • dusk arising

            Grrrr humbug! ..... you're supposed to be quivvering and terrified.

          • Fay Slimm.

            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.

            • dusk arising

              My word what strange tastes you have once one scratches the surface...... I must scratch more often.

            • Goldfinch60

              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

              • dusk arising

                Long may you have that comfort my friend.



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