Loving Nightmare
By HeadpatSlut
Loving Nightmare
Uneasily I wait for sleep,
Praying
that my soul I keep,
To He up high and He below,
So child-like,
it is; I know!
But wiser men should gamble not,
Nor anti
in this game,
Refrain in whole, lest one hand wrought,
The prices
paid for fame.
I roll around beneath my sheet,
On pillow
rolls my head,
And with her Love hope not to meet,
A sea of
scarlet red.
I toss and turn, awake I last,
Whilst in
her loving arms,
Insanity as hours past,
She’d keep me all
from harms.
Though finally, I am too tired,
To stay awake
for more,
So in her arms my dreams are sired,
Of horrid, violent
war.
I dream I am a young boy who,
Is forced in arms to
fight,
And life of others to undo,
As cannon shells take flight.
I snap awake, in pool of sweat,
And like an infant crying,
In her lap, my head is set,
I know I am not dying.
“It’s
just a dream, no need to fear.”
She held me close and tight;
She speaks softly, she wipes my tear,
“I’ll help thee through
this night.”
So in her arms I lay there so,
My head
upon her breast,
Her love and warmth I know
But is it safe to
rest?
Uneasily I fall asleep,
Hoping still that I may keep,
My sanity, my love and life,
Lest I be dead, by gun or knife.
I see the Nightmare land again,
The Sorrow which is brought,
And Misery that follows pain,
My soul again is bought.
She see’s my body held in sleeping,
She gently strokes my hair,
She holds me even tighter weeping
“Oh please keep safe, I’ll
see you there!”
Respite she had for her own life,
She
could not help me then,
So she took up a kitchen knife,
She
would not breathe again.
Unable was she then to aid,
Me
in my Nightmare’s pain,
So with the help of simple blade,
She
fell, asunder torn and slain.
I felt the jolt within my heart,
My soul and body cold,
My being torn apart,
I needed not be
told.
I knew the pain and what it meant,
I knew she had
been slain and sent,
I prayed her soul would rise above,
And
blessed be her, with my Love.
But then what was to be I found,
She lay right next to me in ground,
For she and I were in Hell bound,
What hope I had left then was downed.
I saw her soul put up
on high,
It was a plague to see,
“It’s quite a shame.”
I heard Death sigh,
As he took her from me.
“Avast you
bastard let her go!”
I shouted and I cried,
Death said “Be
gone, I’ll have you know:
She has already died!”
I
fell back into consciousness,
I felt the blood flow free,
I
drowned myself in hopelessness,
And Suicide in me.
Thus
I revisit hated sleep,
And seek out ways to die,
Life, I no
longer wish to keep,
So by her side I lie.
Uneasily, I
wait for wake,
Though happy life, I doth forsake,
A new way through
this Hell I make,
Drowning in this poison lake.
Now do
you see why I can’t share,
The Hell that is this endless nightmare,
Alas, be seen why I can’t care,
Lest her memory be lost within
air.
There is no happy ending here,
No hope for more salvation,
Hell’s fire my soft skin can sere,
So I’ll have liberation!
I’ll dream and hate and dream some more!
I’ll cry and
fade away to lore,
Within Hell’s bloody, scarlet shore,
I
shan’t awake, no nevermore!
Author's Note:
partially inspired by the works of Edgar Allen Poe the main reason I began writing poetry, this is also one of my earlier works.Comments on "Loving Nightmare"
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On Tuesday, February 12, 2013, Ravenblade
(307) wrote:
Very nicely done. I think there were just 2 stanzas to me that felt coerced. Everything else flowed seamlessly and kept on task...deep message, and sorry for the pain experienced in loss. Nothing brings them back quite like fond memories.
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A former member wrote:
Poe inspired indeed... but still you make it all your own! write on my metal friend! :)
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A former member wrote:
Very knowkedgably written, Poe indeed....
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On Monday, May 3, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806) wrote:
Wow, so good.... I love your dark imagery my friend... a great write, thankyou
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On Monday, May 3, 2010, lupus tenebrae
(860) wrote:
I definitely see Poe in this write, I can tell cause he is also my favorite writer. I enjoyed it, very much, Poe would probably admire the darkness of this work, as do I. Well done.
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On Monday, May 3, 2010, RubyXero
(481) wrote:
absolutely amazing piece! I obviously could feel the inspiration of Poe...a great writer himself. This piece was, by far the best work of the night if not the whole month+...great imagery, it pulled my emotions with the gentle lull of your words. I am amazed. Definitely loved it! :) ^*_*^ruby