The dimming lights begin to flicker
As the darkness elongates the corridor
Echoing in the distance, I hear a little girl snicker
She's dressed in blood, with accents of horrid war
Body is convulsing, mind wanting nothing more.
Scoring on the walls, from last nights struggle
Rendered me helpless, in this state of mind
Bones shaking, knees about to buckle
Plagued with blackness and left blind
The images hand delivered by the devil were most unkind.
Memories of the past roar in like wildfire
Burning everything, leaving ash in its wake
The enclosing inferno getting higher and higher
Slipping deeper into to this dream state
Only to be haunted by more mistakes.
They came in flashes, mimicking a strobe light
Each one appearing worse than the last
Trying to make sense of what's happening tonight
Forcing me to reminisce about the past
Predicting more torture in the forecast.
Waking up suddenly to see what I feared
The same bed in the same room and ringing in my ear.
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- Published: October 4th, 2017 14:05
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Comments1
Oh the devastation was so totally real! Sounds like war, whether real or fantasy, this sounds like pure torture in a PTSD dream. Either way a great write.--Christina
Thank you Christina. Very kind compliment.
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