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Nightmare
Contributed by
ginsdance
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Monday, 5th August 2002 @ 07:32:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Tired... Frantic...
Most keep the pace...
Running away, tripping, falling,
Clawing myself off the hot concrete
Now underneath my feet,
Escape... the only thing on my mind,
Running away, from what, I can't be sure.
Searching for the one thing I know I won't find,
A car, people, another road, a path...
Anything but this long neverending driveway
That I'm on.
Can't escape... must run harder...
Breaths coming in frantic spurts...
Begging for forgiveness even as I feel myself
Getting caught, feel myself knocked down
By what, I can't be sure.
My worst fear, doesn't have a face...
Or it does, but I can't describe the face of evil.
Then suddenly, he turns and I hear him, it, walking away..
And a crawl, drag myself off of the driveway and into the trees...
But as soon as I move I hear him turning.
Then I feel a flash of hot white pain
Running through me, through my veins...
A crooked trail of tears cascading down my face
As I look into the face of evil itself
And it's infamous dark eyes.
Just as I start to hear it's voice,
Start to hear why I'm being punished so
I feel myself drifting away
And the voice crying "NO!!!"
And then I'm in my bed,
Motionless, undisturbed, nothing to remind me
Of the nightmare except the twisting of the sheets,
And the gravel from the driveway in my bed.
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Re: Nightmare
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by Jason_Robert_Britt on
Tuesday, 6th August 2002 @ 06:10:36 AM AEST
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| Great write, gave me chills. "and the gravel from the driveway in my bed" wow! this one is definately telling a story... read to me somemore! |
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