shadows dance to the flickering beat
of the still candle that lights the hearth
forming the centre of the room; I hum
my heart's peace out -
...barred windows immure my mortal
walls close upon my soul
and I get lifted with fixed eyes
swimming across my grey room
as small droplets of hot water
trickle down to earth's crust;
green-eyed black gown owners
burn my flesh with a hundred spears
swirling me around and dropping me
stumbling to pick myself up
I ran down the stairs, knowing well
that I was falling in my sleep...
and down a hundred spiral stairs
I fell without a pause.
No morning could have healed
this fall, that did not hurt a bone;
then two bright Suns rose high
above all of my tumult,
and hundred identical heads
joined this queue of life.
the Seas rose all around me
in tiresome tidal waves
that lashed and swallowed
with a decaying millennium's rage:
reality was seasoned and salted
and the green monsters flew away;
wrapped in salt and grime, I let it pass as
light dawned in the depth of sleep.
Author notes
This poem was written after a terrible nightmare, which was followed by two years of scary hallucinations. I brought myself out of this state, with the strange discipline of listening to the creatures I met in my sleep and waking hours. This dream was total destruction of myself, and a sign of bad health and troubling times. Prophecy of everything I felt in the next two years. Thank you for helping me revisit my nightmare with strength this time. It needs revising, but it scares me to touch this poem too much! 
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Comments
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*drools* such an amazing poem beautifully penned.
It starts out dark and ends with light with such awesome lines in between.
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aahh! Very scary indeed. I like how it kinda chopped off to tdifferent things in episodes like a real dream. i don't know if that was intentional but i liked it non the less. Best of luck in the contest!
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This is definitely a dreadfully scary nightmare, and I'm glad you have moved on. I believe that at least one Native American tribe used to advise their children to "talk to" the monsters in their dreams, and to try to make friends with them, or at least understand them; this appeared to have been a way of coping with night terrors for this tribe, and I've often thought it was a good idea. Now it seems it worked for you, too. I appreciate your sharing this.
Lita
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