The Dark Sea

This poem is my nightmare translated into verse.

Green, blue spin behind eye

Body light as cloud in sky

The heart drums away

beating for the next day

The tired summit, the tortured succumb

thinking the last thought: sleep has come

 

Darkness complete

Darkness that becomes you

Darkness concert

Darkness that is true

Darkness sweet

 

An island in the dark sea

only accessed through memory

How I got there: I don't know

What my business is: to go

This is what I remember now clear as day

because the mind won't let it go away:

 

People screaming in the street

Bloody handprints on the walls

Their vomit at my feet

Something's wrong, I feel the call

But frozen, I let it repeat

 

Desks with chairs attached

vandalised with obscenity mismatched,

Everyone had out paper and pen,

Everyone was between 18 and 10,

They sat as if in front of a preacher. 

But instead, at the front was a teacher

 

She had something in her right fist

It was a gray pigeon

beautiful and cooing at her wrist

it was innocent; holy like religion   

I felt an urge to hold it insist

 

In her left hand was a twig

Fear took root and started to dig

I knew what she was going to do

The twig was beside the pigeon in coo

Fear, shock, panic, alarm;

I think: now comes harm

 

Panic! Panic!

Panic and shock

Panic titanic

Panic with mania interlocked

Panic! Panic!

 

In the hall, three girls cry together

In the street, a boy screams through feathers 

A girl in a dress vomits from fright

Candy cane red are the wall, no longer white

I float disgusted over the riots and headless corpse in tree

I want to stop everything I see

 

My face is hot

from the tears.

That world I'm not

I'm in my room, I'm in fear.

There are monsters in my closet, I've forgot.

 

With three heads and eyes in their palms

With guns for a mouth and eyes made of bombs

They will kill me with gas

The last moments I will heave till life has passed

Or they will saw off my head but, keep it alive

Carry it around on a stick; I'll feel it, I'll survive

 

Shoes on the bottom

Monsters not

Extra jackets for autumn

Monsters not

So they're invisible..., I thought