Tag: bad dreams

When lingers the hint of bad dreams on the minds tongue. 

Sleep evades me as twilight calls to me deep within my dreams. The ancient whisper of darkness taunts me from inside the shadows It’s cold fingers clawing at my skin, vivid imagery seeping g into lucidity. A starless sky the dark side of the moon searches for new souls to capture, a feast upon which deaths rapture. Sleep has become but a distant echo in the void of today’s existence. Some days my insomnia is so very insistent. 
Karen Hayward*©2017

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Sleep paralysis, frozen between worlds.

The heaviness pinning me against the bed. Eyes open I searched the darkness for my captor my eyes met only by the empty shadows. A scream, my scream, a high screech that penetrated where light particles refused to travel. No sound left my stilled body as I struggled against the unseen force holding me against my will. Nothing. With my eyes closed I slowly count, praying for the paralysis to release me, to let go its vice grip on me. My body aches, screaming against the heavy pressure of this unseen dream. Till suddenly I am without cover, my heart a rapid succession of broken beats and the shadows are falling upon me ready to relieve me of my soul. I cannot move and I feel the emptiness become me seeping into my heavy limbs my force ebbing away.

Karen Hayward ©2016

A slumber that felt so very deep clocked in darkness.

Bad dreams pull me from my sleep,

a slumber that felt so very deep.

And now standing here in the dark

my strength is gone my courage stark.

The night is so filled up with fear

a darkness that is constantly near.

I wake to look I wake to see

I wake so the emptiness will up and flee.

Normal with a touch of sugar to calm the nerves

and steady out this yelling verve.

The dream surreal as surreal can be

there was a box that belonged to me.

I filled it up so it over flowed

with sudden thoughts that memories told.

The hissing rain the howling wind

natures living breathing fiend,

dances through the unseen and still

like the devils walk, a repetitive drill.

Bad dreams pull me from my sleep,

a slumber that felt so very deep.

Fierce apocolyptic skies thay cry.

I sit at the window and watch the fierce winds tear through the trees, rattling everything he can. His angry voice crept ito my dreams, he showed me tornadoes made of the blood of man, clouds that were deep black and set in a red sky. He showed me sacrifices and humanity. The howling wind that tapped against my dreams, awoke my fears, and whispered i am so near. He taunted me, tickled my soul, pulled me out from the depths of sleep, and screamed above the universe, your soul is mine to keep.