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In the chasm of slumber, where dreams and nightmares blend,
A soul finds itself in a realm it cannot comprehend.
Trapped in the tapestry of a sleep so deep,
Where the lines of reality and fantasy weep.
I am the dreamer, lost in the night’s embrace,
With hot and cold sweats upon my face.
In this heated doom, I find no rest,
A prisoner of shadows, an eternal guest.
The battle within, a silent war,
Between the forces of good and evil, forevermore.
In the ocean of the subconscious, I sail,
Where monsters of the mind in the darkness prevail.
The sky above, a canvas of despair,
Throws meteors and fireballs without a care.
A celestial onslaught, a fiery storm,
As I navigate through nightmares that swarm.
Trust is my compass, my guiding light,
In this odyssey of terror, through the perpetual night.
Yet the stars flicker, in a dance of fate,
As I yearn for dawn, before it’s too late.
But the dream holds tight, with its spectral chains,
A labyrinth of thoughts, where confusion reigns.
I am the mariner on a ghostly sea,
Longing for the shore, where my soul can be free.
And so I drift, in this dreamland’s gloom,
Seeking the key to unlock the tomb.
Of a mind ensnared, in the web of sleep,
Where the echoes of the lost, in the silence, weep.
Beneath the waves of this somnolent tide,
Lies the wreckage of hope, where my fears reside.
Each breath a struggle, each moment a fight,
Against the phantoms that haunt me through the night.
The tempest roars, and the heavens bleed,
As I confront the demons on which my doubts feed.
A maelstrom of chaos, in the depths of my mind,
Where the vestiges of sanity are hard to find.
In this realm of illusion, I am the king,
Of a kingdom of sorrow, where the dark birds sing.
Their melody mournful, their song so bleak,
A requiem for the peace that I desperately seek.
Yet amidst the turmoil, a glimmer I see,
A beacon of hope, calling out to me.
It whispers of courage, of strength to endure,
A promise that one day, my soul will be pure.
So I forge ahead, through the night’s cruel jest,
With a fervor unyielding, in my chest.
For though I am trapped in this dream’s embrace,
I hold onto the belief that I’ll find my grace.
The journey is long, and the path unclear,
But I cling to the notion that the end is near.
Where I’ll awaken from this fevered sleep,
And from the ocean’s depths, I’ll finally leap.
Into the arms of a new dawn’s light,
Free from the grip of this endless night.
Where the roller coaster of life awaits anew,
With twists and turns, and a horizon true.
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Wow! How long does it take for you to write a poem like this? Does it just come to you? Amazing and hauntingly beautiful.
It takes me a couple of hours per poem, but sometimes a little bit longer, and there are times I don’t come up with anything at all. I have a little collection of poems as well that I have written over the years that I improve and then publish them. I’m truly happy you enjoyed them, thank you. 😎
Thank you!