NIGHTMARE… a poem

I pray that I’m still dreaming

As this nightmare takes its toll

Slow motion isn’t speeding

To get away and still be whole

silhouette of flock of birds on sky
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Strangled are the cries

As they never make it out

Where is my voice to scream

Stuck in my throat – no doubt

macro photography of person wrapped with clear plastic bag

Sweat is pouring down my brow

My feet are heavy weights

Darkness devours all the light

I hear the screeching gates

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Suddenly, I’m falling

Deep into the abyss

To jerk awake this thundering heart

Then lie here and reminisce

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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