Macabre Dreams

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Macabre Dreams

Macabre Dreams

 

 

Nightfall slowly closes in

The shadows start to move

Enveloped in a chilling dim

Their reality to prove

 

The darkness covers all around

And vision fades to gray

The heat is drawn from hallowed ground

And the noises come to play

 

A voice? Then no

A creek in the wind

I swear it said GO!

In the dirt my feet are pinned

 

An apparition in the woods?

Or mist from a nearby bog?

LOOK there are marks where it once stood!

Left by a falling log?

 

Now the world is turning

Colors smear and fade

All around me is burning

I cower to evade

 

Falling I’m falling

With no touch down in sight

Now my psyche is calling

“Cling to me, Take flight”

 

Soaring, am I free from it?

I scan o’er all I see

Then dive into my brainpan

And to the daylight flee

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                           Paul Clark

                                                                           9/11/10

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Teardrops commented on Macabre Dreams

10-03-2010

Great poem full of bumps in the night . thanks for a great read Marie

jesterescapade

10/06/2010

Thank you . This was inspired by an artist friend of mine that just finished a painting of Edgar Allen Poe.

kmooney commented on Macabre Dreams

09-11-2010

Nice one Paul. I like the eeriness of it. Reminds me of a night I once spent in a graveyard, on a dare. It was an old and creepy one. I was very thankful to see the dawn break and was quick to leave. I swear something followed me though. It took me a couple of days to get over a feeling of being watched. Thanks for the reminder and share. Please read some of mine if you can find the time....Kevin (a friend of Spence...)

jesterescapade

09/11/2010

Thank you kmooney. I will read you as soon as I get the time.

SuSpence commented on Macabre Dreams

09-11-2010

Great read my friend, I read this one several times over, I enjoyed it so much you made me late for kick off Haha. 10 from me. Peace and Love, Spence

jesterescapade

09/11/2010

Thank you and GO USF. good game so far(halftime)

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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