deepundergroundpoetry.com
Dreadful Dream
Immobile
You are a telegram projection, single
A singular being of warmth
cold,
all your worth
sense of existence
in a wonder of persistence
everything in one
yet nothing you are none
and not a nun
Godless
Souless
Or soulful
but just woeful
Sense of being
In the dream of seeing
Conscious tension
In momentary suspension
It trickles down
.
.
.
From mind to envision:
The screams-
sound of high pitched vibration
cries of anxiety
Voices-
of women,men, old and young
yelling, laughing, talking
All in a smoke of yellow
blue how it'd swallow
your whole being...
engulfed in a vibrant scene
Immobile
Anxious
Sense of dread
Center of gravity
In the middle of chest
It's a black hole
That eats whole
Spiraling away
Feel the guilt
As you tilt
Then twist into warped time
Within you a world of crime
So true
And imbue
All that you fear
Dejected, into tattoo smear
Scar into waking squeal
(internally)
Have you slept like this?
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 1
comments 8
reads 134
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.