Poetry Corner with Claudia Syx

Bad Dreams

It's a falling into darkness
A briefness to transcend
That winds itself around your mind
And drops you in a place in time

A mixture into black and white
To release the myriad of dreams
Endless running locked in place
Brings demons that you have to face

No more seclusion, guarded thoughts
As your head is ripped wide open
A soul is pulled from deadened form
And a plea is made for sacred morn

Lost in a land forever dark
The frightening nightmare grows
A child's hand that shakes with fright
Afraid of evil born to night

It comes a crashing deafening sound
To spatter godless souls
And rend them here to nether worlds
As sissored bodies, candied curls

Haunted thoughts to haunted fears
A soundless scream eruption
Eyes that blink to start awake
A blanketless body begins to shake

Where is the light that keeps one safe
From tainted flames and fires?
A coldness clamps upon your hand
To drag you back to nether land.

Wake up wake up! Please set me free!
My heart beats ever faster
What tortured sights day cannot see
Unleashes with the night time key

Allow me just one night of rest
A colorful pleasant slumber
Bind my soul, hold tight the seams
And bring me not those bad bad dreams.