Living Nightmares
The tingle of a multitude of spider's feet creeping along the fiber of souls.Shadows fade from dark to light and back in the corner of widen eye.
Muscles are constricted cords shaped from man's primeval desire to survive.
Heart a pounding mass of blooded flesh with mystical elixir of emotions flowing through.
Mind racing equal to the force of hardened steel fired from deathly chamber.
They are as real as the Mother that feeds the child or Father that makes Daughter giggle.
They are not happy visions though, but twisted nightmares feeding on one's sanity.
The waking eye tells You it is not a dream, but not soft flesh or human joys either.
A voice whispers gentle words in one's ear insuring that the meek shall inherit the earth.
Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-06-21 at 00:28
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