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His Name Is Death

Vivid dreams, dreams frightening, in bright technicolor,
     Recurring over and over, day and night, unfolding;
Deeply, I plunge into the oblivion of an empty black void.
          And I am free falling, tumbling, plummeting down.

Again and again, I do the same things within this dream,
     And I am the girl with long raven hair flowing down;
There is a  man who is beckoning for me to come with him,
          He stands with arms outstretched, whispering my name.

I have seen this man who comes for me, his face so sad, 
     My mind is swirling, twirling and I am screaming, go away;
But, he takes my hand and we walk into the dark unknown,
          Through tangled vines and bare branches like claws.

I fear him so much because I know his name, it is Death,
     Why does he come in dreams, why does he call me;
And each time I fear my weary eyes to close and dream, 
          For I know that Death will be whispering my name.

                 The first time I saw him, he was weeping,
                             as he took my dead sister's soul away. . . 
June 5, 2013


Written by Broken Wings

Submitted to the contest, My Days Are Dark, sponsor, A Poet Destroyer
Third Place

Submitted to the contest, Poems to Keep You Awake, sponsor, Roy Jerben
Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings

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  1. Date: 8/20/2015 10:58:00 PM
    BW.. What a beautifully descriptive dark write. You mastered Linda's contest and took home the win.. Congrats

  1. Date: 8/17/2015 10:36:00 AM
    Congrats on ur very dark n sad winning write dear shadow! Love ur pen!

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    Date: 8/17/2015 6:31:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    You mean broken wings I assume
  1. Date: 8/16/2015 9:29:00 PM
    Broken. Congrats on your win. ~SKAT~

  1. Date: 8/14/2015 9:09:00 PM
    I've had a very complicated relationship with dreams in my life. I could talk for hours about it. If this is real for you the last stanza explains everything. Hauntingly beautiful.

  1. Date: 8/14/2015 7:41:00 PM
    BW, l enjoyed reading this dark write. You had my full attention! I think for the most part we all fear death, but death my friend is apart of life that we all must face. Excellent Job. Congratulations on a well deserved win:-)Alexis

  1. Date: 8/14/2015 6:54:00 PM
    Hello Broken, have not seen you around. Hope you are well.. on another note, I enjoyed this poem. I fear everything about death as it is... :) Congratulations on your awesome win. Stop by my latest blog "Poem for One Victim" if you'd like or have time. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 10:45:00 AM
    Constance, what a perfectly constructed poem and just what Roy was asking for!

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 3:58:00 AM
    Congrats on your win. Rick

  1. Date: 6/10/2013 7:01:00 PM
    This would be so would never be willing to close her eyes!!

  1. Date: 6/10/2013 2:06:00 PM
    congrats in Roy's contest............. SKAT

  1. Date: 6/10/2013 1:22:00 PM
    Wow there are some scary people about . well done Constance ,congratulations on your place love xx

  1. Date: 6/10/2013 12:54:00 PM
    Congratulations on the win. I'll be posting a blog with additional comments. Cheers, Roy

  1. Date: 6/5/2013 9:09:00 PM
    That is a very scary nightmare my friend, I had dreams like that when I was younger, ones that just wouldn't go away, and they weren't normal nightmares...they seemed so real! You know when you are young (and even when you are older at times), dreams seem to take on a whole new life, they seem to breathe and live as a part of you! I'll never forget a string of years when I had a debilitating nightmare every night! I was terrified to sleep! This is a phenomenal poem my friend, Great Work!!

  1. Date: 6/5/2013 1:04:00 PM
    nice flow