Shadows Of The Night

The nightmares that haunt us no matter where we run off to. We cannot run or hide even when facing them destroys us.

The wind blows onto my face

Blowing away any trace

Of any emotion which is wrapping me up

Draining me of all my luck

It holds me down with immense weight

It's voice dripping with venomous hate

I scream, I yelp

And I call for help

But no one comes to my aid

For they too are afraid

I'm all alone, fending for myself

Watching fascination on the faces of those with wealth

Their laughter echoes down the hall

The noise vibrating across the wall

I feel so helpless with no hope

How ever am I supposed to cope?

I want independence, I want to be free

I want to at least be able to breathe

They hold me back, like a cage

Watching my anger reach it's final stage

Which is really making me insane

I can see it in their eyes, this is all a game

I thrash around like an animal, a beast

A starved one yearning for a feast

They stare at me with uninterested eyes

They are deaf and blind to my cries

Everything stops, along with time

Then everything begins to rewind

And then I'm alone again, desperate for air

But on and on it goes, the repetition of my nightmare

Author's Note

A poem I wrote at the age of 14, for poetry week in school. We were told to write poems with the theme of 'dreams', which I as a writer with a reputation of writing darker themed stuff found a bit hard...I just didn't have inspiration for happy dreamy writing...so i flipped the theme and decided to write about nightmares instead. It was pretty ironic when I handed it in but nevertheless, they accepted it :P

Anyway...the poem is about a nightmare. Whether this is taken in a literal sense or a metaphoric sense is entirely up to the reader. However as the writer, I can tell you I intended for it to be metaphorical.

Much like Forbidden Secrets, this also has the themes of suffocation and desperation, only a different kind. Rather than the desperation for a desire to have something, this is more of a desperation for an escape from people who are holding one back. I suppose you get the idea. The lack of stanzas is to show that this nightmare is repetitive and never ending. No breaks or pauses.

As with all my writing, please comment your thoughts and your perspective of what you felt or saw in this poem and what you feel the interpretation is.

Thank you!