Waking from a Dark Dream
Senses hidden.
The darkness seems impenetrable
Black blinds drawn over the windows
Groping around and nothing found
Senses hidden under my pillows.
Waking from a dark dream
Not knowing the location
Senses sharpen without eyesight
Seeking position by translation.
The feeling is overbearing
I’m not half nor whole
A rich inky dream I’m in
And a searching of the soul.
The copper taste of blood is sharp
As I try to smile
My head spins with nausea
Resolve falls in a pile.
Tactile signals intensify
Memory crowds into the senses
A soft pillow smooth as willow
Touches without pretenses.
The sound whispers deep in my soul
A ragged rasping breathing
The air a rare commodity
Another heart is near beating.
A blinding light lit up the scene
The morning sun had rung
Reverberating in my head
Was far from fun.
A reverie and blind man folly
Encapsulated in a mad dream
The room looked just the same
Just letting off some steam.
©
David Rudder
2022
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