Poem -

WHERE DO YOU GO IN DREAMS?

WHERE DO YOU GO IN DREAMS?

Slowly falling into oblivions porthole

Melting in a whirlpool of warmth

Aware I'm amidst an ether of clouds

Contentment fills the soul.

Weightless atop a huge solitary log

Messages weave through unconsciousness

A presence manifests from the fog

Spreading illumination and enlightenment.

Whispers evaporate, the curtain closes

Eerie currents send shivers to the back of my neck

A grotesque clown smirks a sinister grin

Swiftly I run, as he gives chase

Snarling his bizarre teeth, silver-fanged like aluminium.

Whispers evaporate, the curtain closes

An ominous mansion echo’s fiendish moans

Cobwebbed rooms that creak and groan.

A hundred china dolls with hideous eyes

And a musty attic where a green dragon flies.

Dank dark cobbled cellars

Entombed with no way out,

A phantom wields his hook of death

Dread deepens as you gasp for breath.

Darkness and terror overwhelm me

Neon eyes pulsate through thick mists

Steely digits that slice and stab

Closing my eyes, I mutter a prayer.

Crimson dotted on white satin

The thud thud thud of a heartbeat

Acid corrodes skin and bone,

As the curtain closes on the nightmare zone.

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Sydney Smith

I love this, it's so cold and eerie. Really great job on everything.

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