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
An Armchair Perfectionist 