Phantom
Shhh! Comes night, time tunnel enters
into my mind at rapid speed ;
and from the click of the dream weaver
my body is brought to nowhere land :
out there, a galaxy hangs beyond clouds
as unknown strangers pop, following
my footsteps on through darkened byway...
A Lady In White grips my quivering hands;
her face eyeless as if in a ghastly trance,
this trance costing my soul to rip in awe:
I bleed non-stop , yelling upon a rope
of thorns as foggy shadows flutter.
Pulsing , the Lady assaults this subconscious
fog living inside my id, my ego , as if
to wake past thoughts needing release
but denying final closure from deep hurt.
Lo, phantom come, breathe out the fear.
For Line Gauthier's Contest: A Stunner January 2018
3/16/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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