Dreams of Nightmares of Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem I wrote for my creative writing class. It's a bit long and tongue twisty, so I'm hoping for feedback!

Submitted: March 10, 2012

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A ghostly nudge woke me up,
Sweat rolling down the side of my pale cheek,
My hair damp and sticky as it clutches my scalp,
As did I to my memories of last night
And this morning
Or rather,
The time that lay between,
After I succumbed to the darkness of the night
Letting fatigue capture my weakened mind.

Most mornings I do not want to wake.
The nightmares are much scarier in the day,
The way my unconscious fears are burned
Through my skull,
Through my mind’s layer of sunscreen,
To my brain
By the scorching star.
Yet
I was not afraid of death;

I was afraid of fear.

Someone once told me one could not,
Even in unconsciousness,
Mentally create a dream in which they die.
I suppose I’m mental then,
For I often do.

Perhaps it is because I want to die in my slumber,
One so deep that it’s void of these dreams,
Yet everyday the inner fright I hold inside
Protects me from the amusement park,
Called Nightmare-land,
In which roller coasters are one-way.
No ups…
Just downs.

And then the gentle nudge as I jolt up in my bed,
Until it lost its electricity,
And my dreams of nightmares of death,
Became my reality.


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