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Nightmare of Abstracting Thought (Returning Creepy Dream)

When a Man sets out to do Poetry he already has to figure it will be taken into some kind of odd consideration to begin with.Oh, Who Cares !

Copyright Art by Steve Walters 2009 "My Scream"

Have You Ever Had A Creepy Dream...That Keeps Re-Visiting You In Your Sleep ?



ΖZZZ....ZZZZZ....ΖZZZ....ZZZZZ....ΖZZZ....ZZZZZ....ΖZZZ....ZZZZZ....ΖZZZ....ZZZZZ

I looked ahead...but could not see...

A Door before me opened...right there...in front of me.

A Haunting display of still photos...each revealed through time...

Many a Picture I want to avoid...Eerie...though strangely sublime.

Fear gripped me for a while...as I had ultimately predicted...

I stared ahead...though helpless...as in horror...I was addicted.

An Abstract Thought from a Nightmare long ago...I once had...

A horrible place to go and re-live...a terrible thing that was...very bad.

Scared...I had not known the meaning...until now...

Gone...I thought you had left me...and now your back here...How ?

When I went looking for trouble...I found it staring me in the face...

When I went to run...I found...I could not escape this place.

I stood to fight...To be a Man...

But...I could not win...I do not know why...nor do I understand.

Because...the Nightmare was...Oh, so real...

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And as for me...I really don't know how I feel.

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"The Scream" (1893) by Edward Munch

"The Scream" (1893) by Edward Munch

And yet again...my Nightmare found me...though I tried hard to avoid...

Yet...now confronted by its very presence...I must view that which I've least enjoyed.

I knew I must be again dreaming...but it was hard to feel...

Looking around...the Nightmare was...Oh, so real.

Everything here was set in place...to the most mi'nute detail...

I stood to fight...but all I did was fail.

I paid a heavy price...My Nightmare had come true...

There was nothing I could change for now...Nothing...I could say or do.

Welcome...to my own worst Nightmare...Sorry...you had to come along...

I'd tell you that it will all work out...but then...I might be wrong.

I was going along...At ease...and in quiet rest...

Now...managing Life's curveballs...struggling...at best.

I will give the moment...its' expected diligence...though I don't know how I'll get through...

Until I awaken from this Nightmare and come back once more...I'm alone....there is nothing anyone can do.

For it was the Nightmare of Abstracting thought...which truly drove me to be insane…

The screams I had were internal...the thoughts...though quiet...caused me great pain.

Macaulay Culkin in "Home Alone" (1990)

Macaulay Culkin in "Home Alone" (1990)

It was a strange and intoxicating brood...

That held me deep within this mood.

It was full of wretched things...that climbed inside my head...

It peered up at me with eerie eyes...from the edges of my bed.

It had me within the clutches of a sleepy, creepy dream...

Too asleep to run...Too afraid to scream.

Bound here only by blankets and sheets...

At the edge of a Nightmare...At the place where thoughts and anxiety meets.

My only choice of weapon that I could find...was the pillow at my side...

My imagination took me far away...My sub-conscious bared all I try to hide.

It was a Nightmare of Abstracting Thought...

And I alone must face the horrors...the awful thoughts...I never sought.

With sweat and panic...I journeyed into a realm...that only my brain controls...

It is there where I faced my worst of fears...our brain controls our very souls.

I was struck by limitations...and forced to view this theatrical drama reprise...

Though thoughts of my own betrayed me...and sought ways for my demise.

It was the Nightmare of Abstracting Thought...and I can feel haunting images calling...

'Til I must face them once more...when I must sleep again...I find my limited choices appalling.

They will come and surround me...the things in my mind...will have their say...in a slumber filled with horrific stories...

But I must survive the night...or be seized by fear as heart weakened ends...and finds no awakened nightmare glories.

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Jim Varney as Earnest P. Worrell in "Earnest Scared Stupid" (1991)

Jim Varney as Earnest P. Worrell in "Earnest Scared Stupid" (1991)

This poem done in like manner and in tribute to one of Edgar Allen Poe's Poems:

"A Dream within a Dream"


To Read the Poem by Edgar Allen Poe follow the below link.

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