Nightmare Poem by DR KUSUMITA MUKHERJEE
Nightmare
I dare not call it a dream,
Frightening it was as it was seen:
Life and death tussling perpetually
Visual concussion suffocating synchronically
Mind over matter would you call it?
I call it a matter of time.
Slowly one succumbs,
Mildly one gropes,
Silkily one glides,
Eventually one believes.
Numbness creeps into my senses
Transfiguring the slight opportunity of what might have been.
Come let's sleep now
And let's see, if we can, another dream.
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6/16/2024 5:26:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Numbness creeps into my senses Transfiguring the slight opportunity of what might have been. Come let's sleep now And let's see, if we can, another dream. Mind over matter. your poems attract me. there is always a sense of humanness. love it. tony