The air was stale, insipid from the
Thousand horrors strewn in the isles;
Their scars rode ‘pon the tatters of
Their oozing skin like malicious insignia,
There to symbolize the insidious nature
Of even the smallest of children.
And as the engine began to groan
Its way over the tracks, gauzy with
The steaming carnage of the war,
Its inhabitants began to sway and sputter
In such a frightful Sprechstimme
That those around them would
Wail out the calamity of such
Atrocities, with which the war is clad.
On and on, the harlequin monsters
Would tug about each other’s voices
Fighting to be heard above all the rest,
Fighting to be indulged in the gluttonous
Echo of their own lamenting sin.
And on and on, they would find
Themselves purged of sanity,
Their minds forever incorrigible,
Fixated in the nauseating boasts
Of the ruined souls around them;
Waiting out the calamity of such
Atrocities, with which the war is clad.
Author notes
I happen to fall spell to fits of nightmares and night terrors...particularly when I'm stressed out or scared...This poem is part of scene from this mornings horrendous nightmare...I have not had such a gory, Steven King-ish nightmare in such a long time. And to delineate each detail of the dream at this point in time would probably have me screaming out for my teddy bear. But I will be writing more pieces based on this dream and will eventually turn it into a completed story.
Tell me if you think it's worth working on.
KimberLea Cynn
Please tell me what you think
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A very deep and dark excursion into a train of thoughts that just keep traversing the same nightmarish track,I think it's worth working on for two reasons,by writing your own account you become the editor and assume control of the nightmare and not the nightmare of you,by revisiting it in the future and considering revision you may find that none is necessary for your mind is made up,that is also good when it is something so personal as a nightmare and I sympathize,my own nightmares are worse than any Steven King plot and I have desisted from writing them only because I have the concern that someone somewhere may be drawn to emulating the horrors within,instead I try and analyze sections at a time,hope you sleep contented sleep soon dear poetess.
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I have found that the only way to completely control the horrors of my slumber is to trap them within words...and in my life words contain stronger bonds than any visual ever will...(Except of course, those unspoken words only seen through a lover's eye) Thank you for the comment, applause and encouragement!!!
-hugs-
Cynn
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This is a really scarey poem. It was really good and sent shivers down my spines. I think that if you want to work on it you should Well done!
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Thank you.
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I think its worth it Kim. This gave ME chills, and you know I never get scared of anything except small places. And car accidents.....anyway, this was a great poem and I look forward to reading the rest. I haven't been scared out of my wits in awhile.
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Thank ya chica!
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