The nightmares come
in a film they call dreams
the skulls are the walls
closing in tighter
You're trapped
inside the souls
of madness fighting
for breath
waiting
for the morning light
to know you have survived
another night
Let the sighs of relief in the morning generate the anticipation of sweet dreams for the next night. Keep on writing, Dave. I look forward to your next poems. Let me know if you post some more.
Times when we feel trapped presented in a splendid allegory n metaphorical way wow! But ends on kinda a positive note of light at the end of the tunnel. Kudos. Nice to read from u again, pls do comment my latest poem on eclipse too.
nightmares are sometimes scary and confusing as written by Dave..well written..
Dreams defined in an awesome fashion. Thanks for sharing.10+ points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nightmares are born in the light of day. The conscious mind storing away the wicked tools to be revealed when the poor soul succumbs to slumber. The script is written in the light of day and performed on evening's darkened stage.