Nightmares…

Doors locked,

windows sealed,

misty shadows come

and go, confined to this

room, ghostly figures

shuffle about in the

gloom.

Rain cold, lighting piercing,

the insane wakes; is this

hell, idle mind waits while

time creeps by; tortured

visions sink into the breast,

a dream or is it death.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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6 thoughts on “Nightmares…

  1. Elegant and captivating. I believe, however, you intended “lightning” rather than “lightening” in the second stanza, third word. (Old editors never die; they just smell that way!) 🙂

    Ron

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