In nightmare sweats
dreams waver in an out of focus.
I struggle to find an oasis
of peace,
where cleansing waters
will dissipate the dark illusions.
On and on,
in the heat of morbid trance
I search,
tripping and falling
as sticky surfaces
mar enlightenment
and movement is useless.
The sea of contentment
finally appears,
disappearing just as swiftly
as my hands grasp
the illusory and insubstantial.
And the incubus,
teases and taunts,
leading me further down
that oppressive path
of an airless night,
so full of hallucinations.
Author notes
Your prompt is asphalt
In a list
A contest entry
- Asphalt by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended November 13, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is wow.
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wow, such a dark write. I too have had nights like this.
Juls
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i think i need a moment a lot with a nightlight, some strong images you have planted in my head, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Dear poet
It does seem like's trek can be filled with demons and delicious teases.And often the darkness wins over. We must go on. However, as I always say. Only a master poet could create such a vision.
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Such darkness but how it captured the prompt so beautifully. I felt a sense of complete helplessness by the end of this piece. Brilliant. Best to you in the contest
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i found this a very good read, i love 'the sea of contentment'
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