Staring the monitor without a blink
As I sip small gulps of my drink
I lose track of space and time
Trying hard to find words to rhyme
I close my strained, burning eyes
To imagine something to feel nice
My tired mind soon drifts into sleep
Then a dreaded dream begins to creep
I see myself working in the dream
When the fire alarm begins to scream
All around , I search to find no one
All precious possessions I shun , I run
Fire exit maps - all burnt and charred
My hopes of escape feel so jarred
Intuitively I run towards the staircase
As I trip over the fallen flower vase
I am hurt now - bleeding in abundance
My bruises singing in all their cadence
Finally I stumble upon a hazy gaze
A way out of the inferno flavored maze
Finally out of fiery lair , I feel free
A sense of achievement and glee
But this joy was just momentary
Shredded by thunder's trajectory
My hurt right leg feels as its amputated
Away from lightnings, slowly I ambulated
A few yards apart, seeing clear serene space
With all my strength, I paced towards the place
There I found the man with the wrench
Trying hard, his teeth and fists clenched
Gloomily he said "Your world is tearing apart"
Hurling the wrench to pierce thorough my heart
He shouted "You are the only one to blame
For you started that world-ending flame.
So I punish you with your death"
Listening to this, I took my last breath
Image courtesy : Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
Prompted by Poetics: Nightmare Verse at dVerse Poets Pub
hosted by Stu McPherson
Prompted by Poetics: Nightmare Verse at dVerse Poets Pub
hosted by Stu McPherson
whew man, nice write...yikes on meeting that man at the end as well...and the world coming apart...def a surreal feel to this...nicely done..
ReplyDeleteO, this is dark...aren't you glad you're awake...yet dreams are clues, often resolutions to the day's puzzling events. Like much the haiga; it goes well with your words. Interesting write!
ReplyDeleteVery well mix of dream and death put forth in words...I guess this is what they call as dark writing...
ReplyDeletekeep it up
Cheers
Dawn
There's got to be a better way. Having someone kill you because your muse is on a vacation. Hey maybe the drama might alert your muse the vacation is over. smile...
ReplyDeleteSuch evocative writing.
ReplyDeleteShort Poems
wow!! what a dream!! m glad it was only a dream :)
ReplyDeletewonderfully written!!
Truly nightmarish, it is... Nice hidden symbols, there is some sad truth in this I guess...
ReplyDeletereally scary...I can feel the fear in your well chosen words.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the visit and the comment, Laura!
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