dreams that hold
I twist and turn inside my head
while the demons hold my eyes
tortured thoughts rip through my bed
to pull me to their cries.
Bad dreams keep me awake at night
and carry through my day
misery or karma's fate
will follow in the grave.
The dream that carries through my day
inside my mind my thoughts decay
and left up to my own dismay
perish in the fire.
But when I wake from slumbers hate
a vision of a fallen place
the scent of poison in my face
my mind calls me a liar.
The creature is here
and he understands my fears
but these dreams can fade
These are three different poem styles for the same poem. Two verse poems and a haiku. This is about the dream that haunts you through your day. This is not a typical dream..no. This one grabs you and will not let go. Dreams are windows into the soul, these are the dreams on the other side of the window.