I have stood at the doorway of dreaming.
I have ventured where no one would dare,
To a place where no sunlight is gleaming,
And where devils carouse in the air.
Where I found myself endlessly screaming,
As I looked in on my own despair.
I have ventured where no one would dare,
To a place where no sunlight is gleaming,
And where devils carouse in the air.
Where I found myself endlessly screaming,
As I looked in on my own despair.
I have crept through the forests of yearning,
Where the creatures of night make their home,
With the smells of the dead that are churning
And decaying within the dark loam.
And my mind is forever returning
To that place where one never should roam.
I have been where the secrets are hidden.
I have climbed the great mountains of rage.
I have gone where I have been forbidden.
I have seen what is kept in the cage.
And the winds of the night that are ridden
By the things that are old without age.
Far beyond a mere man’s understanding,
I have been to all places of dread.
The great weight on my mind is demanding,
And my sanity hangs by a thread.
But my nightmares are ever-expanding,
And it seems they are going to spread.
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Author:
Andrew Durbin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am heavily inspired by the works of Lovecraft and Poe. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago after a particularly vivid nightmare. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Epic poetry. Loved it. Thanks
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