Waking to dark reality
in the hours before the alarms ring
The nightmare still with me
I see the face in the darkness
the stalking patient murderer
who is only irritated by my resistance
Unable to dial 911 -
somehow realizing, even within the dream
all the cell phones in my world won't help
if no one can tell where I am
followed by a fat-fingered inability
to dial my own husband's number
How many times
can I enter and exit the same doors
in an elaborate Scooby-Doo chase
before he catches me?
He tells me this delay
is only making him angrier
when I ask him why
he tells me he is broken
and I reply, "So who isn't?"
as I evade him again
As I awaken
nothing is resolved
he is still out there, waiting
my stomach is churning
my head throbbing in pain
and I am unable to return
to peaceful sleep.
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Within the Chimera: a poetry collection
PoetryThis is the world where I grow my inner poet: no holds barred as long as I think it's safe for public consumption. All poems will be dated with the original creation date, so if I post things out of order (a highly likely occurrence), all my reader...
