RECURRING NIGHTMARES
Waking up perplexed
a heavy shriek of death.
Ploughing through the dreams,
a field full of nightmares.
So weary, so confused,
the body, tiresome like a shriveled worm
or an unborn child inside the mother’s womb
Begs for repose – a preposterous demand,
The mind that cowers the dreaming that is
deadlier
Some saplings of nightmares grow a lethal flower
that frightens,
that chills,
that poisons the soul
others grow the deadliest of them all,
The beguiling sweet nectar called hope.
A loud whisper of an altercation,
sometimes the body does win.
The mind yields - an inevitable bane
Minutes later,
I’m awake in a pool of sweat
and fright
and
death.
And well, there’s that debate again.
***
From my upcoming collection
'The Poet's Narcissus
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