I took shelter
Tired, weary
When the cold wind
Called my name
In the recess
Of a strange room
In a dream
That I forsake.
The shadows
Of the kingdom
That wept tears
In huddled fright
A stranger lost
Upon a street
Within fear
Of the night.
Voices call
As I tremble
Nightmarish faces
To abound
Lost in the dream
That Ive forsaken
Tired, weary
Heartbeat pounds.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
Good write N. Was your nightmare in the day time, as you waited for that bus? When WILL it arrive?! lol.
its scary at the bus stop when it gets dark , very deserted after a 10 hour wait and still no sign lol
This poem feels so alone and withdrawn it is filled with shadows and darkness. Well composed Norman
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