Twilight Nightmares

I can
learn to
turn off
and drown out
that cacophony
of a future
dreamt of,
casting off blankets
as guilty pleasures
patterned amidst
twilight’s mercy.
I’m not asking
for these nightmares,
they just come naturally,
past the animal cries
that have made
my throat raw
and tongue purple.
And if you happen to witness
this usual
contortioned display
of my sanity
by present day betrayals
and off hand rejections,
you might
just hear a whispered warning,
“they’re coming…for you.”

Rod C. Stryker

A slightly darker poem. Hope you like it.

  1. Gayle Senatore says:

    Absolutely fabulous! Certainly dark, but terrific and a bit terrifying.

  2. paulrostov1 says:

    Dark poetry. And there is poetry of an other kind: Yevgeny Baratynsky (1800-1844).

    The kiss.
    That kiss you gave me, soft and light,
    Pursues me in my fancy still.
    Through noisy day, through quiet night
    I feel your touch, I feel it’s thrill!

    I fall asleep, my eyes I close
    And dream of you, and dream of bliss.
    Deceptive joy! – the sweet dream goes
    To leave but love and weariness.

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