night terror

 

it is very quiet   it is nearly 

four a m

all i hear is the movement of air   that

 

of marketa's breath   that of the furnace's forced

air   and

my own breath   i woke to a chill

 

of my own doing   my night

gown and sheets

twisted   soaked through   woke without sense

 

of self   unsure of who   or even

what   i am   not

sure of i at all   only sure of a void that is

 

vast and black and infinite

and godless

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-18 at 11:10

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
A hint of surrealism as the "vast and black and infinite" void seeps into the psyche of the speaker at this witching hour.
2019-02-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Welcome. Try to make yourself comfortable.
2019-02-19


Sipora
Chilling, but familiar. You capture it nicely. I read it twice one after another.
2019-02-19


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Mysterious and chilling. I wonder what they mean.
2019-02-19



Whoa! Yes, you convey the mood perfectly.
2019-02-18


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Unquestionably, this conveys terror!
2019-02-18