Nocturnal Haunting

[soulfir3]

poisonous memories
drift in the mind,
a life
that one wishes,
too leave so far behind
a lover's hand
caressing the fears
bringing nothing but
bruises
swollen flesh
and tears
so many years ago
time churns over slowly
something triggers the mind
another memory
leaves the body reeling
loving touches
from one,
now true -
can't break down the barriers
futile attempts in getting through
bitter words fall from tongue
until
lover of the present
becomes merely
another one -
where hands speak louder
than spoken word
no bruises this time
but from verbal barrage
there is little coping
but gritting teeth
too stop from coming completely
undone
history repeats
and slowly entwines
driving self insane
as once more
images fill the mind

[anirbas]

Hey, stop that...Stop writing about the images in my mind...Felt like you'd written
my memoirs reading this piece...Mental and emotional misery and pain, universal feelings...And nothing on the shelf we can buy to make it easily all go away...

But, you managed to turn misery and pain into a beautiful thing
in the crafting of this poem, Soul. Gorgeous writing, as always, lady!

Sabrina.

[dawness]

i sailed for three nights
unbroken by the chills of your
frigid gazes,
wolves howl
at your icy, frozen stares
i melt.

[brandnewmessiah]

The night can be both a treat and a terror depends on what dreams run in one's mind. As always you pen it beautifully. ~ BNM

[dawness]

likewise, brands...

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don't torture the grasses ever so emerald
with all your cunning thoughts
so far you have murdered the very dew
that made you drip like
acid blood

[anirbas]

sleepless dreamings...
nocturnal hauntings...
leave me with bags
under my eyes,
and a butt
that drags,
through
the next day...

LOL


just slipping by to say
boo-hello to you, Soul
and to add...adored
the above gem
you penned,
and left,
Dawn.

now,
ya'll
got
more?

Nir.

[dawness]

haunted is the prisoner
tied to his arms
running from his own madness,
not outside the bruised jungle of nowhere land
but
inside a pit known only by his hand