All my nights are moonless now,
Kissed only by ominous winds.
My sleep is broken and filled with shattered dreams.
And in the shards of these dreams,
I see –
Dark, shadowy woods tree-ed with terror.
And the haunting silence swoops past me,
As I crash through broken branches and fallen leaves.
One terrifying, dark shadow of gloom –
Shapeless, faceless and nameless
Rises up and grabs my arm!
I struggle –
Ceaselessly.
In desperation
I fight its slimy touch.
I twist and turn, but to no avail.
All I hear are the dying gasps of my fading hopes,
Intermingled, with the sobs of my despair.
Fear wraps its icy cold fingers,
Around my warm beating heart,
As I writhe in the vines of delusion
That snake around me
And hold me in a vice like grip!
I stop my struggling, shuddering at the
Agony of my soul.
I am bound and shackled and chained,
There is no escape for me.
I am a prisoner of this night,
And I cannot break free!
g_
I end not knowing what imprisons you ... mistaken love? the agony of some more general concern? your own delusions?
Peter
I love the imagery! IT is so rich and expressive of the state you describe!
K.Q.