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Blood, so much Blood..

Poetry By: GuiltyPleasure
Poetry



It is a repost… originally written on 15.02.2007. Romanticized version of one of my most intense recurring dreams… (or nightmares that’s the proper word, and it still catches me offguard even these days, ). The summary of the real dream is given at the end of the poem so it may not interfere with its impact.



Submitted:Mar 28, 2012    Reads: 51    Comments: 19    Likes: 3   


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Oh Lord ! What was that place !
Alone I was in an octagonal hall
All surrounded by empty corridors
In front of me a gigantic statue stood
With a handsome face,serene expression
Exuding unmatched peace...ashen eyes
His long , curly hair covered the shoulders
......a dense mass of small spirals.
Who could surpass him in grandeur ?
Every moment I saw a new beauty in him
And thought I had met him before..
Perhaps in a dream......
Perhaps in a previous birth...
And he called me back to his tomb.

Suddenly, I felt, earth violently shook
I had to run through secret royal chambers
Stumbling madly on queens' baths
Through the sprawling ruins of
Crashing wealth , power and art...
And,yes, I had seen before fainting
Those gothic arches collapsing on me...

Here I lie unharmed, uninjured
Surrounded by concerned sisters

Who report with smiling relief
That a curly-haired mysterious...
Serene and eminent looking man
Brought me back from death's imminent grasp.
Speak they while removing blood-stains
From my face , arms and hands
And urge me to change my
Blood-soaked clothes if I feel fine.
"Blood, so much blood !" I inquire
"where is the wound...."
"Wounds are all his" comes the reply
"and blood is all his....."
" It was he who profusely bled..."

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The real thing/ dream: He is not a statue but… umm he is a dear friend showing me so many of the beautiful, mysterious places, we are sooo much in love and I don't know whether those places really exist or not.. but at one place I run ahead in excitement and suddenly earth gives way under my feet and I fall down down down .. its much like a memory of death, so that's it, my adorable friend is very very sad, he tries to assure severely injured me that he has arranged for medical attendance but that never arrives.

(So it is one of several writes, that were inspired by dreams i.e. is the subconscious mind. )

For once in my life, I wanted to find this person and say thank you for just existing, I think I have done that already and my heart is at peace now.


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