Monday, June 7, 2010

Lies - June 07, 2010




Lies

In smoky gray mirrors that dance on traveling walls
I see reflections of hazy shadows
Weaving their way into all of my senses
Until the sun once again brings in tomorrow

Peering from underneath the icy sheets of my bed
I timidly hide from their ghostly presence
In hopes they will not see me trembling in fear
And quickly steal into my very essence

Their presence is as a black as a night with no stars
The darkest day without the glorious sun
If I could stop trembling and move just an inch
I would flee from my bed and quickly run

I lack the courage that I need to open my eyes
To escape from this nightmare I am in
Will someone please wake me and show me the lies
That my dreams have brought me into again

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

6 comments:

BBB said...

Ah yes, those dreams can turn nasty! Great write!

Jonie said...

Great poem and wonderful image to go with it. I never remember my dreams... thankfully ;-)))

lorilynn said...

yes dear girl, nightmares are not fun. you wrote the senerio perfectly.

jo oliver said...

I felt every line as if my own bad dream. Very well done:)

Anonymous said...

Very vivid Neva. That feeling that scares even sleep away. Lies take away even innocence that I didn't know I had. Your words are healing words. Somehow they fall exactly in place when I need them the most. Thank God.....Faith

arisophanes said...

All I need is an explanation and I promise, you have my word, that I will never bother you again. You owe me that much Neva.
Thanks Neva,
Ray