In the absence of the Sun,
I seek my rest’s permission,
to create demonic fun,
in wiping out division,
with eyes wide shut, I chisel,
making all their hurt,
deafened by my whistle,
is the lucid red alert,
how many necks do I have to break,
to make my world content?
Is the question marked on gate,
as I and them descend,
like Egyptian ancient plague,
oceans flow so red,
the blood of sorry voted league,
now play the grateful dead,
pastiche on Dante echoes,
fake loves and bullies cry,
them perpetual bedfellows,
not to reach the sky,
in the puddles of the mire,
I see a hellish face,
Lucifer, no longer sire,
I have took his place,
in the waking world,
they will never say they’re sorry,
so, I have to make this whirl,
this never-ending story,
when my back is to the wall,
cramped by imperfection,
to write a nightmare, makes them fall,
the cure to such infection,
but in looking at my horn-ed head,
creation is destruction,
thus, let me rise from my bed,
to tend to real construction,
where the true heartbeat plays,
risking all the chance,
with hope of better days,
to make a better stance.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Seeing as October is here, I thought I would get in the spirit of Samhain/Halloween month. We all "lose it" sometimes, and sometimes, think ourselves avenging angels. It is OK to be angry, and some hits are cast for a reason, if words cannot communicate clearly enough the disappointment, and act as life lessons. Though of course, we have to remember a state of self control, in order not to end up behind bars, because of horrendous crimes. So, to think and not do, would seem to be the order of the day. This is a poem entitled To Write a Nightmare, where in such a lucid dark scape, I am the law, though of course nightmares in themselves, are only just visits, and not permanents. The banner picture of the lightning strike in a dark sky, I thought apt, as it does conjure up the notion, of the spark or nucleus of the storm! I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope that you are getting in the Samhain/Halloween spirit, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Yeh I absolutely love this talk about mix it up.kid.
pastiche on Dante echoes,
fake loves and bullies cry,
them perpetual bedfellows,
not to reach the sky,
Simply wonderful
, ps I feel.lime ringing a few necks some days too. LoL 🤣 ❤️
Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Teddy.15, it's very much appreciated.
The stanza that you particularly enjoyed, I had to include, as I feel that every nightmare lucidly had, copies the fan fiction that is Dante's Inferno.
Thanks again for your kind comment, and let's hope that the reasons for such potential violence, can be reduced indefinitely.
I hope that all is well.
When have we all not wanted to strangle the neck, or crack the head of ignorance, in a fantasy of retribution. Your nightmare give release to this mental exercise, perhaps for our sanity. Superb!
Thanks for the read and for favouriting this poem Bella, it's very much appreciated.
I'm glad that you agree, and have somewhat partook in prospective villainies, though, just like the comment to Teddy.15, I hope that the reasons for such a thing, can be minimized for good.
Thank you for such a lovely comment, in particular when you said this poem is a "release to this mental exercise, perhaps for our sanity", thoroughly appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
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