Myre's Mire - Horror Poetry
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A poem based on a dream I had, written some years ago and re-written over time for poetic expression.
Myre's Mire - Horror Poetry
they wanted my eyes
they wanted to see what I had seen
they longed to see what I had seen
to know how I laid bare my step
on sugar path
on foaming hill
in raging twist
against the wind
to throw my stones across the land
to walk, as I, deluded
there was a house of wood and stone
a sign outside
its name, my dream
and know not I why this I saw
scratched in by nails
fingers raw
read 'Myre's Mire'
bloodied
within that house lived all the world
lived everyone who'd ever lived
breathed everyone who'd ever breathed
and wait, they sat in harmony
while I, outside
dare not go in
was I outside mistakenly?
they wanted my eyes
they wanted to see what I had seen
and all the creatures they'd become
could walk, as I, elated
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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