In Darkest Dreams Poem by David Burton Richardson

In Darkest Dreams



In darkest dreams we see
Those damdest thoughts of plunder
That live for eternity
And dark strike and flashlight thunder
Hits us in our Night time Womb
The Silver Knife and Metal Gun
With flowing Wine and Claret room
That festers upon the Devils Tongue
And owns the Corpse upon the Bed
That misty haven of Satans Fog
Rise like Hands to Prayer instead
And upon us now are Devil Dogs
My pain is real but im not there
And when i wake in coldest fear
To feel the calm upon me bear
That deepest sorrow and deepest fear
Is all but gone, i am not there
Another Day to see
And let it be my deepest Prayer
To see the Trees and taste the Air
And the warmth of the Cobolt Sea.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I get disturbing nightmares and feelings of guilt. This is my thoughts about it put to Poetry.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 16 June 2013

my deepest prayer, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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