Awakening

sorenbarrett

On a corn husk tick I slept.

Rough boards, windows with no glass.

Through thirsty sleep, dream's visions crept.

Birds fly through and at night bats

 

I hear them fluttering oer head.

On my pillow they would walk.

On my foot two punctures bled.

Vampire remnants. Morning, six o'clock.

 

A spider on my bleeding toe.

Bedding lumps, like roots beneath loam.

I felt movement in the husks below,

where rats had made their home.

 

Twasn't a dream that the mind makes.

Lifting the tick to shake them out.

Not rats, a den of poisons snakes,

that now came pouring about.

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 28th, 2023 04:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: A true story from my past but also a metaphor
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write SB.

  • Neville


    this really is excellent poetry in my humble opinion .. and like I may have said before, what else is a meta for eh' 🙂

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Neville your comments are always valued as an excellent poet yourself

    • Goldfinch60

      May that poison be no longer with you and your life is full of joy and love.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Andy for the review and kind wish. Never bitten just startled.



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