Nightmare

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Nightmare

Beneath the sparkling silver
The sharpest slivers
Of the crystal clear glass
and the single tear
in a crimson blood
within a dreams pain

A twisting memories eye
in a scarlet veil
of the darkness velvet black
as the coolness of stone
a violent cracking
in the smoothness

within the fragments of ice
the innocent touch
of the frosty soul
such a sad silence
in the timeless wind
of a tortured dream

No echos
an empty space
the swiftness of the storm
a cool blue as the sea
a muffled sound
amid the raging wind

the emptiness of the eyes
remaining brief
a sullen wrath
in the shattered air
reaching too deeply
to the shadowed dreams...

-Spider

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

Spider’s Poems (24)

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No Echos 1
Never Cry 0
Quiet Tears 0
Lost Soul 0
The Answer 1
The Game 1
The Other One 0
Things 0
Game Over 0
Beware the Black Widow 0
Just Whisper 0
My Love 1
Cry Not Words 0
That Day 1
No Longer to Me 0
Tunnel of Time 0
Fragments 0
Never Forgotten 0
The Quiet Voices are Killing Softly 0
In My Needing 0
The Rose 1
Nightmare 0
No More Tears 1
Forbidden Love 0