The dream was of an Accident…
Tossed over like a rag-doll.
Numb to screams and flashes.
The seeping red blood called
Out to a home left far behind.
Shades of blue flushed the skin,
The beating nucleus basking in
its imminent convulsing climax.
Resisted the stifling warm embrace,
Screaming out noiselessly.
Begging to be let go.
They did not listen.
They never do.
Mere seconds for the curtain call.
Breathing in the last strains
Of untainted hastening life.
The slowly freezing core clung to
the cold kisses of sharp steel.
A burning throat implored for the
knight in his shining armour,
Only to realize,
My hands held the scythe
piercing my soul mercilessly.
I woke up falling into an abyss.
The dream was of an Accident.
And I wondered if it was true.
A poetry of a time when the unconscious mind is digging its own grave. A wake up call to reality and the lost innocence of childhood – to get myself together and heal to live.
Written for: Photo Challenge over at mindlovemisery’s menagerie
Sounds very scary dream prajakta.
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It didn’t come true thankfully! Thanks for dropping in…
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Your imagery is powerful.
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Thanks Tonya… I was too scared to put the whole thing in words though.
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What a dreadful dream it was.!
But the poem is really nice 🙂
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Thanks Archita 🙂
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You’re welcome dear.! 🙂
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I have to say it is a scary title. But the poem is deep and meaningful. 🙂
Nice WORK…
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Thank you Amrit… The dream gave many answers!
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Oh yes. These kind of experience can work both ways. Sometimes it can lift you off to do sth. new or drag further down.
I wish these answers to inspire you to find a new perspective.
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“And I wondered if it was true.” Scary when one can’t tell the real from the unreal. You got that across in your poem.
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Thank you Debi… This terror lingers around for a while.
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You have written this Praj with a wonderful sense of reality and of us your reader being there with you. Well done.
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Thank you Michael. It was a narration until it wasn’t..
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This photo prompt really did evoke such dark imagery, didn’t it? Your words, “They did not listen. They never do” alluded to such a chilling repetition of horror. Well-written!!
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Thank you so much.. This prompt really opened some dark corners.
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Wow, fantastic poetry, deep and powerful. Very good use of the prompt. Best wishes 🙂
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Wow, this is amazing. I love your poetry.
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Dreams are said to have more meaning than we can digest.
Self interpretation is always best – they say- since only you really know yourself.
I never bide by those who say ‘I know you better than you know yourself.’
Heal, heal, heal.
Thanks for visiting my reflective piece.
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Well written, dear!!
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Thanks Nimmi 🙂
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It was a beautiful read, Prajakta. I loved the way you started by giving a sensation of helplessness as the blood seeped farther from the body, and then slowly took to the point of self-realization giving a ray of hope, that there is still time. The last line gave me goosebumps and left me speechless ! “And I wondered if it was true”. We die every day and our soul is pierced every moment we waste without truly living (with love and compassion).
Thank you so much for sharing, it was a treat to the eyes 🙂
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Thank you for such a lovely comment Prateek. It really is upto us always to make the most of it and live every moment.
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The pleasure was entirely mine, Prajakta. 🙂 I hope I was able to do justice to your work 🙂 Keep writing 🙂
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Amazing imagination
Loved all your posts
Looking forward to reading more
🙂
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Oh thank you so much! 🙂 I’ll be dropping in soon
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I’m glad! You’re welcome
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