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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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keith jeffries

Wed 10th Feb 2021 12:19

Well described with the final stanza being a thought which most people dread. Good poem
Thanks
Keith

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