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Nightmare

Nightmare

 

That stormy night

a horrible nightmare

My subconscious emerged

everything seemed to come alive.

I was locked, naked

in an immense crystal ball

which kept rolling

across a desert of red sand

dried blood and dust

forming dunes,trails and hollows.

I woke up horrified

try to scream and could not

a lump in my throat

my saliva was dry

in a waterless desert

lifeless, with nothing.

I turned to fall asleep

but I was afraid and thought

I will dream about the same.

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Luis Francisco Hernandez Martin

Mon 8th Feb 2021 19:02

Thank you very much Keith , I tray to learn the english

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keith jeffries

Mon 8th Feb 2021 18:55

A poem with a fantastic vocabulary which stimulates a great deal of thought.
Thank you for this

Keith

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