IMAGINED ENEMY

dark and my muse

The winds are picking up, clouds are rolling in.

The evening brings chills, dread fills me.

Peircing screams from a shattered past.

Crash in on me like the thunder above.

 

All the past comes rushing down like rain.

wave after wave of terrifying flashes of pain.

Shaken to my very depths, frozen in the fear.

There's no escaping the insanityit brings.

 

Soaked in the torrential of emotions lived.

The storm builds it's momentum, I cry out.

I want to run, want to hide from the sounds.

No where to go, I am sinking in the flood.

 

Please let this storm pass, let the fear leave me.

Stop my need to lash out in revenge of my hurt.

Stop me from attacking the imagined enemy.

for it could be one more loss in reality.

 

DOC DYR 

Reviews

[blind poet]

omg sis..that third stanza,,this is potent and powerful and just plain wonderful! I have felt like this so many times...it was like you peeked into my head then and penned this gem...am seriously blown..I just discovered how to create a library and this is certainly going in as one of my favourites!!...*hugz* Dory

[imm's place]

captured the turmoil elegantly sis, loved it mary

[darkgurl]

Can feel emotions being protrayed in this well written write....Kim

[Fran Marie]

Great write with vivid descriptives thru~ out ~

Very nicely pennd~Fran Marie

[T]

Wow! Our past (painful ones) has a way of coming back to haunt us. Your last stanza reads like a prayer ... Wonderfully written, Doreen ... hugs

[Salvatore Buttaci]

I enjoyed your poem, especially the last stanza where you speak of not wanting to be avengeful.

Sal