.......Ever Twisting Past Into Now Poem by elysabeth faslund
.......Ever Twisting Past Into Now
Did you believe in good nightmares?
I tell you demons hide behind every
Tree, every blade of sculptured grass...
The Light hours are more the danger
Laden, Dante hours, Machiavelian Joke...
Tease.
Tease the Light.
Love you so the destruction of Innocents?
You are not innocent.
Love you so haloed mockery?
Know the two-edged blade of folly...
Sit in your chair, sleep till Midnight.
I will not wake you.
I will watch the corners for shadows
Moving toward your dreams
Of demons, preaching from pristine
Pulpits..
Do they preach?
Or, do they laugh at the
Pool of blood
Below your
Chair?
I see a different picture every time I read this. It's like a deep book you have to read twice to really get.
Now, this one I truly like, having dreamed a few 'nightmare' dreams myself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 10:34:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Overpowering imagery, a haunting with a knife-twist at the end. - Will