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Sunday, May 25, 2025

The Haunting Thought

 

The Haunting Thought

Each day, she felt the burden of weight, the inequity of life, resting on her soul,

While waiting on dusk, the sun setting West, the world into obscurity rolled.

Where light of day must yield, to the dark of night, and day colours concede,

Time for the waking world to rest from work, to fall asleep, from duties freed.

As light as feathers, floating from the yoke of day, into the spheres of dreams,

Drifting across the threshold, from reality, up into the realms of fantasy seen.

Leaving her bed far behind, knowing she should return, with the break of dawn,

Sometimes brought back, her mind in tatters, soul far from refreshed, all torn.

By the dream weaver, subjected to a state of restless thoughts, in wild storms,

With the plague of frightening creatures, meta morphing into fearsome forms.

Perhaps the restless dead, the troubled spirits, that hang out in darks domain,

Looking for another host, a fragile mind to occupy, to walk and breathe again.

Conjuring up strange illusions, the kind of folly inset, that she could not feign

Creating chaos in her mind, leaving her brain to wake, all battered and bruised,

Her mind distressed, bed in a mess, a state of pandemonium where she snoozed.

Where her mind was paralyzed, powerless to escape, held in a state of unrest,

Her reasoning subdued, bound in fearful thought, her consciousness repressed.

Oh, the sadistic pleasure, the dream weaver gets, casting each fearsome phase,

Fortunately, when woken, most of the monsters in her mind, have been erased.

As she is left to ponder, the meaning of her vivid dreams, each warning brought,

The point of her troubled state of mind, abused, the distressing visions wrought.

Aroused to face the host of new challenges, that each other day conveys to her,

More hurdles set in her way, more untimely anxiety, wherein the emotions stir.

Toward days end again, darkness encroaching, set to fight the demons of night,

Desperately yearning, to be granted peaceful dreams, according her soul respite.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2025)

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