Sleeping through nightmares and closed eyes,
screaming, yelling and endless cries.
It's rising fools, you idiots, beware!
Do not cower or hide in despair.
Through deep breaths and shaking hands,
comes the ruler of the darkest lands.
The price will be payed, I assure you.
But before you can feel it, comes an era of new.
Then you awaken.
A waterfall down your cheeks, deep breaths.
sweaty palms, surviving your death.
And then you realise, all is well.
Your'e in your bed, your homely dwell.
With a sigh of relief you rest your head on your pillow,
closing your eyes, trying to sleep.
And as you slip away, piece by piece.
You dream, away in a meadow.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
