Friday 24 January 2014

Nightmare

Coal black dream like miner’s lung
Roof of mouth grips arid tongue
 
 
Images of bat that flitters
Washboard sounds of demon titters
 
 
Cotton sheet, so damp, so chill
Nameless dread a sour pill
 
 
Nail scrapes on window pane
Covers up then down again
 
 
Heat and cold take their turn
Flesh to freeze and then to burn
 
 
Skin a crawl with clammy beads
Revisited by shameful deeds
 
 
Sleep’s swift current sucks me under
Rationality to plunder
 
 
Up I bob for breath of air
Shadows give a waking scare
 
 
Down again for more unease
Morning, dawning, if you please…
 
 
...At last, a sweet dream fills my eyes!
Oh dear God, it’s time to rise
 
 

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