(republished for poetry groups)
Infused into my dream's horizon
are things I ponder upon arising;
Landscapes strange- often eerie
that I visit when I grow weary.
People that I never knew
(and things I know I'd NEVER do!)
Are these secret longings that I free?
Wondrous things yet to be?
Or my psyche's deviant door
creaking, seeking, releasing more
shuddering horrors I must face
slinking from their hiding place.
Forcing me to face my fear
and listen to things I mustn't hear.
Acrid acid burns my tongue
as upside down I am hung
and placed above my ego's pyre
as flames reach ever higher...
With a start, I awaken
my heart pounding; my senses shaken.
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Comments: 11
The rhyming that you used reminded me of the way that Poe rhymed his poetry.