Night Vision

Stark dreams that come (un-asked for) in my sleep,
Disturb my psyche, cause my soul to burn,
Searing my distress, though buried deep,
Predicting days ahead, doubt’s wild return.

I am alarmed, I wake, I toss and turn,
Attempt to understand the tongues they speak,
Their powers, silent, send their message stern,
And, in the end, I sense a future bleak.

The howling wind above the mansard creaks,
As sound track to my nightmares, darkly gray,
Beginnings of misgivings, havoc wreaked,
Shatter solace, since I’ve feet of clay.

Sleep makes space for souls and spirits tell
Angels, demons both may cast their spell.

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Wordle #204: through, am, clay, burns, wild, tongues, dream, beginnings, powers, end, stolen, sleep

4 Comments on “Night Vision”

seingraham
March 24, 2015

Wonderfully woven whirled wordle…I see we both went for “feet of clay” – brava to us!

https://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/morpheus-hear-my-cry-2/

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- Joanne Edith
  March 24, 2015
  
  Ah yes – ‘feet of clay’ – I couldn’t help myself! Thanks.
  
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whimsygizmo
March 23, 2015

What a beautifully scary sonnet.

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- Joanne Edith
  March 23, 2015
  
  Thank you – it pales in comparison to the actual nightmares that sometimes come. Thanks for your comment!
  
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