Nightmare Revisited
Within the realm of dreams,
insanity will creep.
Feasting upon the seams,
of the fabric, time keeps.
We then lose the clues,
telling us we should wake.
We all pay our dues,
for the nightmares sake.
Silent on cat paws,
it slinks with the moon
catching with its claws.
A scream harpoon,
in black and grey.
Runs, the blood red,
pointing the way,
to our bed,
where we lie,
'neath the clock
and cry.
Tick Tock
Wake?
For the contest: True Diminishing Hexaverse
Sponsored by David Williams
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2012
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