Heart Stopping Dream
Heat Stopping Dream
By Tony DeLorger © 2013
In the quiet of the stillness on a deathly dark night,
I lay in my bed my mind swilling in fright,
for an apparition did stall me, tear me from sleep,
its groaning and suffering my soul rose from the deep.
To face this lost pariah, this translucent wafting wisp,
with its gnarled hands outstretched, pleading for some tryst,
and I all in a panic just to see such a horror,
my soul barely hanging on by the thread of its collar.
Under my blankets in a childlike retreat,
the light from this spectre right through did it keep,
my eyes from aversion transfixed by the shock,
and heart jumping skip ropes considering to stop.
And then in my frenzy this pale grimaced wretch,
did speak to me directly, it's words so deep etched,
“It's time my dear friend, for you to pass from this life,
and join us in heaven, with no worldly strife”.
With blanket dispensed with and my feet finding ground,
I looked at this ghoul, knowing no heaven was found,
and with trust having left me, and anger pressed forth,
I addressed this pariah, with words less than remorse.
“It appears you're mistaken”, I said with blind rage,
“for you're not from any heaven that I know, I'll wage.”
“And when it's my time and a messenger sent forth,
It won't be no wretch like yourself”, I informed.
With that the light waned within this messenger of doom,
and its hands fell to its sides, resolved, beaten in gloom,
and I feeling victorious, just folded my arms,
when the ghoul's face turned to demon, its claws like razors and armed.
I stepped back, my eyes wide, my heart frozen without beat,
as this thing whooshed toward me, it's dark evil soul to keep,
and paralysed with fear I just stood, awaiting death,
and with a crack sat bolt upright, and found myself in bed.
Nightmares are the subconscious manifestations of fears and doubts, placed on a stage of relativity. We can indeed learn from them if we listen to our inner secrets and the darkness that we hide from ourselves.