Nightmare Poem by Tom Billsborough

Nightmare

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White sands and a blue lagoon,
The perfect dream, alone
And, as the actress said,
I wished to be alone.
The idyll didn't last for long
As dark dreams swooped in,
Bearing me off into another world,
A wrecked arrondissement
Of Paris, staggering past
Peeling posters of girls
Clad in gaudy underwear,
Shuttered shops with paint stripped bare,
Broken masonry here and there,
Neglect and decay imposing a terrible absence
And the desolation of desire,
Streets only fit for gang warfare
And the flitting shadows of malevolence.
And I alone in this hollow silence,
With mixed emotions,
Desperate for directions,
Yet fearful of the approach of strangers.
No one came. I was truly alone
In this crumbling maze of night
Yes, truly alone until the sobering sunlight
Quite suddenly dismissed the cloying nightmare.
I was left to wonder why my mind
Had conjured up the perfect peace of loneliness
And destroyed it with the loneliness of despair.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nightmares
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ludolf Dauphin 12 August 2016

Wow, your writing always amazed me. Simply brilliant.

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Valsa George 10 August 2016

You started with a pleasant dream, but as we don't have any control over dreams, the pleasant landscape in your dreams changed into a sordid nightmarish landscape.... and you find yourself terribly lonely...! Thank God it is all a dream! A great write!

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Annette Aitken 05 August 2016

Amazing how the darkness can make a place turn so uninviting, its the not seeing, not knowing if there is something there or not, felt the fear reading this one Tom......nicely done Annette

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Tom Billsborough 05 August 2016

Thanks Annette. Maybe brought on by reading a book on the Netherlands, oddly enough. It gave warnings to tourists not to go down certain areas in Amsterdam, no go areas. Somehow it became Paris. Tom

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Tom Billsborough 03 August 2016

Yes, those Bewaries have much to answer for. I'm not usually subject to Nightmares but this felt very real. I don't know why it was Paris. I can't recall visiting the less salubrious Districts. But the dream insisted it was Paris. Seemed very odd. hope it's not a premonition! By the way, right decision on the boots! Hope Benson was thoroughly ashamed! Fat chance. Tom

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