My Dream of You

My Dream of You


As I try so hard to write poetry lite
Ahhhh... this my dear friend is my plight
My muse is a very dark creature
always at the ready with dark pictures

How do I climb out of this gory muck
these slimy walls where I am stuck
in the mist of the oozing black and gray
wondering what nice things I can say.

Drenched in sweat, I wake in bed
still hearing the screaming in my head
I take pen to paper, I begin to write
of this horrible frightening sight.

Slashing stabbing blood everywhere
seeing all of this yes, you were there.
Watching, they strapped your body down
tongue cut out, you never make a sound.

I'm so sorry my dear sweet, sweet friend
I must have dreamed of your gruesome end.
Writing of this I see I cannot write lite
This my friend, will remain my plight.