NIGHTMARES

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

The eyelids flicker
Within the dream
Its haunting melody
In distance breathes
With jagged words
Upon each lie
Dimension reaches
The inner eye.

Ruined mansions
With crowded rooms
Fierce skies
Blood red moon
Footsteps close
Out of view
A nightmare grips
Its hold on you.

Unknown pathways
Observing eyes
Many shadows
Passing by
Half familiar faces
From long ago
Peering looks
Unearthly glow.

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  • sorenbarrett

    An unsettling description of darkness. Nicely imaged my friend

  • Thomas W Case

    This poem moves like a drifting nightmare, where fragments of memory and shadow blur into something unsettling and half-recognized. The imagery carries a quiet tension, as if the mind is trying to make sense of fears it almost understands but can’t fully escape.

  • arqios

    So true. I must have had one the other night. My wifey was rousing me from croaking in my sleep. lol

    • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

      We have all been there lol thanks and appreciation

      • arqios

        Welcome my friend πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

      • orchidee

        Good write N. Ahh, you had a nightmare of a ghost bus. Then woke up and found it was true. Doh! lol.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        What a haunting piece, Norman. The gradual descent from vague unease into full psychological terror is masterfully handled...and that sense of distorted familiarity makes everything even more disturbing. Outstanding work, my friend! πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

      • Lorenz

        The poets wanders through the underworlds holding a torch of darkness ...

      • NafisaSB

        Yes I have had such experiences too. A good description βœŒοΈπŸ‘Œ



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