I wake from a dream, the same dream I always have; I find myself inside an empty space dominated by pitch black.
A scuttle behind me -no in front-
I can't tell in this darkness; my senses are fouled and my whit seemingly nil.
Something grabs, stabs, scrapes;
I feel my skin tear on the arm then the leg then the back, my sense of touch has not gone as the wounds hemorrhage.
I scream and I run not knowing what lies ahead, the noise follows to mock; from scuttle to screech to caw to- gone.
There's a light ahead, I can see it pulse as I press on; my bare bloodied feet making a steady slap and squish on the floor not there.
A whoosh above and heat driven wind forces me down; welcoming the warm kiss from below I don't resist it.
I fall continuously spiraling out of control into oblivion until I feel the ground approaching and I embrace the gory end.
I feel nothing on impact as I watch my casing burst to a bloody rain.
I wake from a dream, the same dream I always have.
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Author:
J.J. Cooke (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
Good dark write.
Thank you. These are fun to write.
I write the occasional dark write as well.
WOW...this poem gave me chills.
That's good it's what I was going for 🙂 thank you! Check out my other work you'll like it I'm sure 🙂
Very dark. Hope you don't really y have the dream all the time. Lay off the cheese.
Am definitely going to check out your other poems
Haha! Never had this dream, that I know of (my dark side may be hiding it). Just started writing a week or two ago so I don't have much published at the moment. But I will be updating daily 🙂
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