Dream Catcher

Lying there
feelings now unguarded, bare
laughter tickles
in feather light strokes
floating across a soul’s peaceful
river of thought.

A longing too dark to be seen
but still felt inside the dream
memories of coldness in
days without sun
yet there is no surrender
…no forgiving yield.

I cannot undo the done
and, a faceless someone
wishes me ill
Shoves into the midst of my dream
scares me into rapid heart beat
pulses race against doing her will.

The harshest voice I’ve ever heard
broke the news in shouts of gloating glee

‘You cannot dream what is not.’

Stifling fear she seemed so intent
on planting, I looked beyond her
to see my beloved white dove flying
once more, to guide.
To glide me through the horror
of the dream and lead me
away from those dark depths of despair
following her endless light
she’ll see me safely through
the rest of the night.

~*~

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I used to have such bad, chaotic, dreams. Thankfully, not so many anymore.

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Dreams and Nightmares

The mocking bird enters your sleep
its call somehow
…mocking.

You’re lost again
(always lost)
so many paths to choose
but no-one to ask the way
because no-one speaks your language
they look at you like you’re strange.

Everything looks familiar
but, isn’t.

Panicked, because you’re scared
you scream
Shout for help
but no-one hears
because you’re trapped
inside the dream

Or,

are you awake?

You cannot run and hide
because you’re lost
and, chaos has its chaotic way
with you.
The dream is your sleeping reality
or, is it really true?

Along those pathways inside your mind
lurk the beasts
(the dreadful, abstract kind)
and still you scream in silence
amid chaotic thought

are you awake or is it a dream
and if it’s real life
why is chaos supreme.

You have to escape
force yourself awake
you toss and you turn
and somehow climb back up
from those dark depths of slumber
with tears, you’ve survived
you open your eyes
but are still left to wonder

why does it still seem so real.

~*~

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I used to have really very bad nightmares/night terrors. Some that left me with tears running down my cheeks, really sobbing and even though I’d woken up, it would take me sometimes days to shake off and forget the dreadful fear of being stuck in them.
(I thank God, I don’t have them anywhere near as bad anymore)

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Night Terrors

Drifting into the deep
words float in puddles
spinning round and round
then, drip one by one
through fluttering eyelids.

Something’s going on
(I scream)
but, no-one hears the cries.

Drowning now in you as you
haunt me with those eyes in the
darkness of my dreams.

Running now

always running

(Sometimes wish I had a gun)

Trying to escape before you
make a grab for me.

Yes, you know it’s you
who haunts me.
Taunts me
(as you used to sneak into
my room)
Now, you creep into my thoughts
when I let slip my guard
falling victim to your nightly
frights again.

Heart is in my throat now
and I’m choking on the fear as
those shadow-hands reach out from
the cold and dead
to touch my living flesh.

If this is a dream then wake me
for, I am in hell and the devil is
escaping through my tears.

I’ve lived with you for years.

Suddenly, you disappear
but, I know where you are.
I saw someone toss you back into
the earth, scattered the ashes
of your demon birth.

So,
go back and walk among the
living dead because I am
so much stronger than you
ever knew.

My light outshone your
wicked deeds.
I’m alive and, when I wake
I’ll remember that it was
I who heaved a silent sigh as I
watched you go.

~*~

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For far too many reasons that I can’t go into without writing a novel, suffice to say, I used to have these dreadful recurring night frights for years, where I would wake up shouting, sobbing real tears and, even though once awake, I couldn’t break free of the fear from those dreadful night terrors.  Until through deep soul searching of many ‘whys’ and of being able to forgive the unforgivable,  I found my own light and then I knew, through love, I’d always been so much stronger than I ever knew I was.

No child should ever suffer any type of abuse at the hands of any adult, parents or not. Not in any way and, not for any reason.

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Night Terrors

Lost in dream time
wandering
nothing, everywhere, everyone
unknown.

Directions here or there
obscure.

Suddenly in a room
alone
hands reach out
grab your wrists
pushed backward
pinned.

A face comes close
closer, still
devils breath hits
your cheeks hot as hellfire
and a voice rasps:

‘If you fight me there’ll
be a lot more pain and
I’ll enjoy it all the more.’

You shout for help
but nothing comes out
…not even a whisper.

Rigid with fear
he begins his assault
you fight all the more
and he says:

‘Keep this up and I’ll finish
you off and do what I’m going
to while your body’s still warm.’

Then the shout for help escapes
so loud and so clear
and a child comes running
shakes you awake
slowly drags you from the scene
asks if you are okay.

How do you explain
amid the sobs
why you were so
paralised with fear.

~*~

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I used to have such dreadful night terrors, thought I was over them. It seems not.
Woke my 15 year old up with such a shock this morning when I shouted out so loud for help in my sleep and she came running in to find me still in the dream, crying.  Night terrors are dreadful.