In my mind, when deep I’m dreaming,
With my nightmares, dark and screaming,
And the horrors that are teeming
All throughout the madness there.
Vexing thoughts in my perceiving,
Speaking lies and vast deceiving,
Keeping me forlorn and grieving,
As my soul they want to tear.
Here I cannot force my waking,
With my soul profoundly aching.
My defenses set to shaking
As I try to stand my ground.
Evil things that crawl and slither
Whispering to bear me thither,
That my mind might shrink and wither
As in hopelessness I drowned.
Blackened creatures that are winging
On the foul and dank air, bringing
My hands up to begin wringing
As they fly through shadowed halls.
As I turn to watch them scatter,
Hearing screeching as they chatter,
There I see a red bespatter,
For there’s blood upon the walls.
My eyes open wide, dismaying
As my broken nerves are fraying
And insanity is weighing
Heavy on my fractured mind.
My mouth opens wide and gaping,
Screams and shrieks from me escaping,
As the dark descends, thus draping
Me in blackness undefined.
In my bed, I sit up sweating,
What I have seen is upsetting,
But my memories aren’t letting
Me discover what is real.
At the window now I’m sitting
As my broken mind is splitting
And I write this tale, unwitting
To believe my soul will heal.
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Author:
Andrew Durbin (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments2
Hello Andrew, again, this is superb, gothic and dark, descriptive, beautiful metre and rhymes.( It reads like an E A P). Such talent is enviable!
Thank you! I have many more!
so well written, thanks for sharing
Thank you!
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