Nightmare

Another nightmare poem, a cascade, for the Daily Post prompt.

Füssli,_Johann_Heinrich_-_Nachtmahr,_Detail_Pferd_-_1802

Every night the shadows creep

A little closer to my bed,

Bound hand and foot I cannot move,

Bring back the light then peace will fall.

 

The stars are dark, the moon asleep,

Warm blooded things and nightmares weep,

Nothing stirs except my fear as

Every night the shadows creep.

 

The ghosts of those who cannot rest,

Whose lives were stolen on a whim,

They plead and stalk on moonless nights

A little closer to my bed.

 

They care not who was most to blame,

Their anger drives their spirits here,

Eyes full of pain they mouth their grief,

Bound hand and foot I cannot move.

 

If only we could crush the worm

That rots the fruit and gnaws our thoughts,

If we could find a different goal,

Bring back the light then peace will fall.

Advertisements

Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “Nightmare”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s