Voices

I lay in my bed dreaming in the darkness and like a huge serpent memories come creeping and the voices of the dead are demanding, the past covers me like a thick blanket I want to remove it, throw it off, push it away. but I cannot as the dream is too strong the voices too loud a cemetery gate is opening wide . . . and I enter into the hush and the rows of tombs and tombs now the voices are whispering . . . whispering my name and I cannot fight it anymore I fall into a dark void and I am falling, falling, falling into this dark dream . . . the tombs are wrapped in wispy, misty fog and vines caress the names engraved in cold stone I fall to my knees weeping and lamenting then . . . the sun is pouring in my bedroom window ____________________________ October 19, 2016 Poetry/Free Verse/Voices Copyright Protected, ID 16-1217-617-0 All Rights Reserve. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, Strand No 650 sponsor, Brian Strand First Place