Halloween Hangover

Unsettling it was
came from where
I did not know,
the jagged claw upon 
my chamber floor

so near the cot
where I nightly lay,
have dreamed so snug
feeling quite secure,

sharpest at the edges

capable of tearing flesh
and bone, my innards
deep

how could this hideous
thing unbeknownst stealthily 
creep -- 

perhaps always near
I shuddered to think

somewhere attached to
my spirit long ago -- a
thought too repugnant 
I did not want to hear it

from my troubled mind
hastened I to clear it

hungrily latched-on to my
soul, I prayed desperately
to be free of it

confronting my 
original abomination --
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Tor Avatar
January 22, 2025 at 10:12 PM
glad you were able to free yourself through prayer Joe of that abomination. God bless you my friend and protect you from evil...
DiMino Avatar
January 25, 2025 at 2:07 PM
I need all the blessings and protection I can get:) Thank you, Mike. I never take put in my mind that I have arrived a any level of enlightenment...always striving.
Dietrich Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 1:16 PM
ooohhhh, so creepy. good Halloweenish poem!
DiMino Avatar
January 21, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Hi Andrea; thank you. Have great day my friend.
Andresen Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 2:20 AM
- Open the window... release the beast into the night, Joe :) - Great written :) - hugs
DiMino Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 7:25 AM
Or if unable at night, wait till the morning...trusting in beams of light:) Thank you, Anne. We are a complex species.
Buhagiar Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 2:14 AM
A well=composed Halloween poem. Hope this is fiction. Don't dwell on scary things, though I have some scary poems up my sleeve.
DiMino Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 7:26 AM
Prestidigitation of the Soul! Give it a go, Victor; what the heck. Light is the best purification. Thank you, my friend.
George Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Scary scenes leave scary feelings and memories in our mind. Perhaps, this is the after effect of a scary scene you witnessed on a Halloween night sometime in your childhood. It is surprising how our mind acts at times. Dear Joe, hope you'll be able to drive out that wretch coming to threaten you. Well composed.
DiMino Avatar
January 19, 2025 at 7:30 AM
Catholics would call it, Original Sin. Something lurking, lingering in all humanity, best to look at, and finally discard. I don't know? Maybe just a poem. Thank you, Valsa.
Rose  Avatar
January 18, 2025 at 3:47 PM
I pray you succeeded on keeping it away whatever it was that was clinging to you on Halloween night, eek , Valentine is coming close, think of hearts and love J, you and I should write one together some day, :)
DiMino Avatar
January 18, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Hi Vie; just wrote one, but I could not keep it serious. Getting old I guess. Will publish it in a couple of weeks, closer to Valentine's day. Maybe give a few a laugh. Have a great weekend my friend.
DiMino Avatar
January 18, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Oh wow! Such a wonderful idea. Let me know how we can do that. I would be honored. Thank you.
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