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Post by kathylynn on Oct 1, 2006 9:25:49 GMT -6
Nightmares
By Kathy Lynn
Late at night the nightmares begin,
The demons know when I am weak.
Creeping into my bedroom,
Taking me deep into the other world,
As I lay asleep.
There are quagmires there,
Nettle bushes pulling at my hair.
I hear the screams of others,
That are here with me to share.
The insidious tortures,
They know so well.
Demons looking for souls,
Of the damned.
Sweating I wake in fright,
There will be no more sleep,
For me this night.
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 2, 2006 4:45:40 GMT -6
I've been there a few times. Well expressed.
David
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Post by kathylynn on Oct 2, 2006 20:34:14 GMT -6
Thank you David, for your comment.
Kathy
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Post by anirbas on Oct 3, 2006 11:58:16 GMT -6
Creeping into my bedroom,
Taking me deep into the other world,
As I lay asleep.
There are quagmires there,
Nettle bushes pulling at my hair.
I hear the screams of others,
That are here with me to share.
The insidious tortures,
They know so well.
~fragmentation of KathyLynn verse.
These lines universally resonate...And I just realized, copying and pasting...They are also
a poem, within a poem...Cool...Great work, Kat! Got more? Nir.
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Post by dawness on Oct 8, 2006 11:50:46 GMT -6
ewwwh, the tension and shivers make this gem a delightfully scary read. thanks, kats. i hope i can sleep.  |
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