Footsteps of ginger shakes
And fingers creeping like spider legs
Shadows slide across the lake
Peek at them from around the bend
But oh no... they’ve seen you...
Try to turn quick
Hair whips in front of your face
Can’t get through the strands thick
And they’re unraveling your lace.
Finally loose from your own tress
You run but now you’re home,
In your own place of rest,
Laying in the grass you sight a tome
A book of lies your love lies in,
But when you turn to run
You’re surrounded by men,
And men carry guns,
Surely this is the end.
But you’re falling now
Land under a ship’s mast,
The captain takes a bow
And to your health asks,
His hands are warm,
And so is his heart,
But then birds swarm,
And he says you must part,
As he draws his sword and faces the storm.
Into the sea you leap,
And under the waves you weep,
You look up at the wrinkly sun
Folding in the rippling foam,
Suffocating in the brine waters,
Gasping for air and choking,
And the honking of geese can be heard,
Louder and louder the birds,
Struggling to keep the noise out
Sit up, covered in sweat
Face drenched with tears of fear,
Turn the Godforsaken alarm off.
Author notes
Nigtmare
A contest entry
- All I Have/no trophy winners please. by piccola.
600 points, ended October 15, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the ending! Thank you for entering. I also love the presentation; ya know the background and border ... thank you for entering
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I don't know if you got to it before I changed it, but I couldn't read it with the orange on gray. Thank you a ton though, first contest I've placed in.
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Very funny El, you have a wonderful sence of humor.
Well Done...Best of luck in the contest.
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