Soul-Minded Harvester

Picking your souls with elegance

Collecting them in your bag of utter depression

The turmoil in humans is your goal

Take flight into the dark night

Flying with rapid speed through the crisp air

The unaware humans attempt to sleep

Not knowing the pain that will unfold

The master of pain starts his route

Creeping into houses through his shadow

The shadow that consumes all happiness

Standing along side your bed

He takes hold of happy memories and kills them

Tossing and turning in your deep slumber

Struggling with your own mind

Screaming with the torture of the sight

A nightmare strikes your mind

Playing with the strings of your head

The master of pain starts his show

Pulling with the strings and ties in your soul

Capturing your worst fears of your life

Setting them free in your mind

The nightmare becomes worse

Your soul is in jeopardy

A snap open of your eyes

Revealing the darkness of your room

Undesirable tears fall from half open eyes

Shaking with the fear of the nightmare

The master of nightmares has done his job

The soul of your dreams has been overtaken

Alone in your room

Reminding that it's just you

Gather up your courage and sleep again

Nightmares are created from your own fears and heartbreaks

With it, the monster of nightmares is formed in your mind

He feeds on your tainted soul

You must overcome life's hardships

Or else......

Another nightmare will appear

And the game....

Begins again.

Reviews

[lovejulez03]

Well written piece. I like the time you took in portraying the story, the illusion, the truth, and the fear. Fear is a powerful emotion and conquering ones fears isn't an easy task.

[Hayley]

Nightmares are in many forms. This is constructed with emotion, which I appreciate. Thanks for sharing your talent!

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

A victim to the harvester of souls in a game with no end. You show us the heart break so well in this poem my friend.

[tekphobik]

Sounds like what I tried to be for a while.

[Lily Mae]

This describes the game all to well.. The soul unfortunately is open for feeding season when blinded by the idea of love.. Only was in awhile you hear of the game being turned upside down and the player gets played :)xx Great write..