Sleep Tight

What, the hell was that?
I,I can't see, is anybody out there? what!
What did you say? man! what the hell's going on here?
Whoa!! hey! did i just see that? no way!
What time is it? time! there's no time here.
Do you know me? bars! we all know each other!
More bars, no walls! whats your name? you know!
Oh, my god! no! you can't do that! no, wait, stop!
Oh damn! you killed him. what the hell is this place?
No, please don't! stop! put it down! my leg,!
Wait it's not bleeding. is, is this a dream?
What's that? it's a skull, but who's? it can't be,
My god it's mine! but i'm not dead.
Where the hell are we? we, who's we?
Oh, no not again! more bars, now keys, but no doors!
I don't remember sleep, i must be sleeping.
What's that? a light, it's a long way down.
I can feel the blood, and smell the death.
No bars, just a key, their bones, and no lock.
It's bright, it's loud, it's death!
No face, no name, no past, time gone,
So dead, it's done, so long!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Docherty Avatar
April 3, 2009 at 3:37 AM
A very cold and dark outlook...I wonder what a dream analyst would make of this? Cleverly written line lengths give the reader the pace of fright and panic. Visual too. Well done. Anna-Marie.
Devonshire Avatar
April 3, 2009 at 2:39 AM
A very clever poem. Since I believe life continues after death, I see hope for all who have passed. (And dreams can certainly provide a wide range of compelling images.) Nice work, John!
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