It Haunts Me
A mirage of deathly shadow grates my mind…
flinging me out beyond a holed nightscape;
it traps my existence on chains of insanity
as footsteps race against a tortuous wind
drumming, banging, yelling old sins;
and how it laughs as if to rake my bones
into pieces... NO, is there a way
out from this purgatory, this meshed labyrinth?
A surreal whip drives me between
zones of hysteria and coherence:
Yet, it haunts all imaginings.. a slide-show
zooming in, out a ravine’s edge to rows
where bloodied vines climb inside walls of my head…
Gasping for breath, I wake in the dead
of twilight: a nightmare’s pursuit
lynching my sleep again, again...and again.
For john lawless' IT contest
12/10/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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