Haunted

this is a poem ive written on a true life experience a strange phenomenen I experience almost every night

Tell me is it possible to be

homesick for a place

I've never been

haunted each night

by the most lucid of dreams

 

on crowded city streets

with brownstone buildings

that dont match up

with my present surroundings

 

and have conversations

and intimate bondings

on lighted streets

and sidewalks of longing

 

that I have walked

with these unknown friends

and harbored memories of events

that have never been

 

dreams so real

that I'm saddened upon waking

to be left with this feeling

tear-streamed and shaking

 

desperately wanting

to climb back in

to this slumbered location

and re-visit again

 

it's almost as if

I have two lives to live

one in the daylight

and one at days end

 

so who knows whether

I'll uncover, if ever

my quest for answers

to these nightly endeavers

 

but heres what I think

the fruit of my pondering

that when I close my eyes each night

my spirit goes wandering

 

-DannyLynne

 

 

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Wow! Our sleep takes us all over the place...making us dream of being in different places, not always so wonderful. I like what you've done with this piece, D. I especially like the voice that you have developed for yourself. You truly are letting your spirit out. A spirit without fear. Stay cool!

[Jazique]

Wow as if you were sleep walking. Very descriptive, nicely done.

[Claws Of Fury]

You're a great writer! Congratulations with the over coming. :) That takes a really strong human being, and you are evidence! And also a talented piece of evidence!

[Crow]

DannyLynne, very well written.

[Omar Fendri]

oh my ! the last stanza is a creation itself
this poem is not just a combination of perfect words, but a mix-up of pure words AND heart-warming emotions.
I don't know you, but I can say, without doubt, (after reading this poem) that you have a pure spirit :)

[Vertigo]

what a strange and interesting experience...

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your poetic composition is music~ a dream like quality permeates the line strings~word notes drawn out into a sweet questing~ and yes I ~ the sleeping mnd here is an aware and awakened mind elsewhere~ and the sleeping mind there is an awake mind here~ =)~