Monday, March 8, 2010

DANCE OF THE DEMONS

I am a dreamer. Whenever I sleep and be it for an hour or five, I dream. I suppose I should clarify that the dreams I have are NEVER pleasant ones. There is always pain, sadness, horror, or extreme melancholy attached to the vivid dreams. And I recall these dreams when I awaken. The feelings the particularly nightmarish ones bring to me often linger throughout the day.

I know when my dreams turned to this type. I know why they did. I do not know why they continue to chase me. Maybe I do not want to know.

This is my poem about these dreams.



Dance of the Demons

He stood beside the bed ever watchful

Her head lay comfortably on the pillow

Silken strands of hair splayed onto the bed

Sleep had overtaken her quickly for once

And in repose, her features had softened

The perfect portrait of contented slumber


Deception had again presented itself to him

The vile torments of her dreams were alive

Clawing at her mind relentlessly and painfully

The never-ending assault of unknown demons

Carrying on in glee at the distress they caused

Agonizing her when peacefulness was her wish


His brow grew furrowed as he moved closer

Her breathing was becoming more irregular

The slender fingers tightly grasping the sheet

That tranquil appearance on her face dashed

Replaced by twisted grimaces of raw despair

Agitation was palpable in the dark of the room


The phantasms continued their cruel shredding

Ripping into her brain with wild abandon

Planting the seeds of doubt and hopelessness

Perversely relishing the molestation of her reason

Thriving in the place they could not be touched

Their home without any rules or restraints


She clutched at the false safety of her covers

Trembling and gasping for much-needed air

In the cloudy realm between sleep and awake

Tears flowed in steady streams from clenched eyes

Hearing the drumming beat of a frightened heart

Watching a replay of the haunting images


He pulled her into the harbor of his strong arms

Providing solace and warmth to ease her anguish

Ever questioning the contents of her nightmares

Knowing the powerful havoc they wreak on her

The weight of the nitely occurrences she carries

And always aware of her determination to endure


Nikki