A Poet's Progress
By Fox-Trot-9
21. Nightmares
(2/21/09)
In the pleasant light of dreams lurk Nightmares,
Vast in horrid scope, though sparse in number,
Which rob me from the soft folds of sweet sleep.
So hostile are these accursed torments,
Their murderous teeth ripe with human fear,
That mine eyes sting from their putrid hatred
Of all things serene and good; thus, I try
To escape through the thorny woodlands, chilled
WIth hopelessness, as Nightmare's horrid howls
Sound throughout the midnight air. Try as I might,
Though, I could not escape their swifter feet
That now encircle me, each one bearing
There canine fangs and claws, their eyes like orbs
Of ghostly green. WIth shotgun in hand, I
Shot the first that lunged in attack, buckshot
Goring through its heaving chest; yet Nightmare,
As a whole, died not and in droves tore gun
From hand, devouring me in frenzied haste,
There crimson breath reeking of human fright,
Till I awoke in coldest sweat. Truly,
Such wanton ills aggrieve me form restful
Happiness; but with mindful rationale
Must come doubt, fear, guilt and hate, which compel
Us to ascend and be more than ourselves.
(To be continued...)
A/N: Believe it or not, this poem got published in the school's literary magazine. It's good to know someone out there likes what I'm writing. ( ^_^ )
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: This collection contains my poetry during my freshman year in high school. It's a record of my development as a poet and as a person told in a collection of poems. I used different poetic styles throughout this collection in...
