The Night Mares
By london_calling79
Thu, 19 Feb 2015
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From paths once crossed by braver men With eyes of blood, throats thick with phlegm From towns glad to see the back of them The night mares gallop Through seas of rusted memory Through fields of threadbare greenery Through all that has become of me The night mares gallop By oaks of rotten, lichened pasts By all the goodness that couldn't last By all the future, now and past The night mares gallop
But stop right there.
Quiet the mind.
Stop up all access.
Deny rights of passage.
Two breaths.
Two more.
Halt.
But what I felt I do now fear No longer do they draw so near Those long black shadows are standing here Now in the dripping moon I see Not only two and not just three A legion there in front of me Of countless ghosts all wreathed in black Armoured with the guilt they lack Closing in to take me back Cold inert wheels lay down below The waters of life denied their flow A flicker of me - longs to go
But stop right there.
Quiet the mind.
Step back from the edge.
Deny. Unthink.
Two breaths.
Just two more.
Stop...
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Splendid! The rhythm of
Permalink Submitted by tibi popovici on
Splendid! The rhythm of hooves, rounds in gallop, make me shiver only thinking at the malefic army of nightmares.
Tiberiu
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Taming those bad dreams.
Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on
Taming those bad dreams.
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I loved the galloping and
I loved the galloping and halting. You captured that dreamlike fascination. Sometimes I think nightmares are more interesting than dreams. Enjoyed your poem and liked the title, too.
Bee
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