Soft and fluffy
rest inducing stuffy
not a chance in my bed
where I lay my head
waiting for that silent lul
instead
nightmares permeate my skull
up I rise
screaming
terrorized
shake with fear
sometimes tears
'til I open my eyes
and realize
it was only a dream
"Not a dream!"
"I am your past!"
It screams
cry
sigh
say goodbye
lay down my head
try again
my nightly pillow fight
goodnight?
~ Lynn Retzlaff
6 comments:
fabulous both the image and the poem...sounds like some of my night!
hugs
I have nasty tiffs with my past
sometimes
too.
-Jennifer
Great post sweets!
JUst out of curiosity, how does your hubby manage to sleep:)
Great poem!
Wow. I've always love dark-ish poems. This is fantastic.
What a beautiful poem!! But I am so sorry that you have to deal with the nightly terrors!! I hope that what's in your past really IS in the past.....tied up and buried under a rock where it can never hurt you again!!! Hugs sweet Nacher!!
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