When sleep wages war

Space To Let

i

Oh, for the chance to sleep;

To drift and dream in sweet repose

To slumber, nestled in the arms

Of peace and warmth, with no

Expectation of anything other than

To see delightful things; to watch entranced

As the sub-conscious begins to work

Unloading merry thoughts, which dance

Like gorgeous faeries on a summer’s day

Or flower-heads bobbing in a meadow breeze

Delicious scenes unfold bright colour and fun

No angst or anguish comes with such as these.

 

ii

Alas, for this is not mine to enjoy

For two days now, my dreams have turned to war

Unconscious bends and I am trapped in dark

Upon waking, wonder what on earth it’s for

I definitely do not want to prophet

I hope no portent in these blood-soaked nights

No omen in the beaches that I storm

For modern warfare this; no kings, no knights,

No fairytales herein – the story’s to survive

Kill or be killed, and from necessity

I strangle, stab, behead, spill lives untold

Til waking ends this darkest side of me

 

iii

I always dream in technicolour

With characters, set and plot

But lately I wish upon waking

That these dreams could be forgot

 

00OctPoWriMo

 

 

 

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23 comments on “When sleep wages war

  1. Oooh…nice!
    I have had end of the world apocalyptic dreams where we are all living in underground caves. And in one, I’m trying to escape or else I’ll be killed. Someday, I am going to have to write it into a book. LOL

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    • lrconsiderer says:

      Last night I was storming beaches with a band of…dunno – we were some kind of soldiers with swords, and we sprung a surprise attack from the water, and I beheaded so many people that I was meta-thinking “this sword’s gonna get blunt soon, and I’m not going to be able to kill any more people, and then I’m going to die, because someone will get to me first.” It was horrible – there were heads and headless bodies everywhere.

      The night before that I was trapped in a school with some kids, and child-soldiers came in and were going to attack, so I strangled them. I woke up absolutely disgusted with myself. Where the HELL is this shit coming from, I want to know.

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  2. Sarah says:

    I’m sorry. That’s just rotten. Sometimes a side effect of some meds, I’ve heard.

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  3. […] having changed, and the presence of some incredibly WEIRD dreams for the past two nights running, in which I was at war, and woke up neither rested nor peaceful, but pretty well freaked out and haunted by bloodthirsty […]

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  4. serins says:

    This poem is great, I feel you…. ๐Ÿ™‚ I don’t write Horror fiction called: “Just a Nightmare?” for no reason.

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  5. Oh babe!!! NOT good. The no sleeping and bad dreams stuff is not good- the POEM is beautifully worded as you portrayed the perfect picture of what so many struggle with at night. But I am just HEART sick that you are going through this… ugh.

    Message me when you can? I’ll be around today… I am praying for your peace, love.

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  6. I had just decided to take an afternoon nap when I saw your headline. Now I don’t know if I want to our not.

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  7. Sandy Ramsey says:

    I hope they are getting better. I know that restless nights are no fun.

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    • lrconsiderer says:

      They seem to be (thank goodness). Last night it was back to school for me, and the ubiquitous ‘all the toilets are broken or WRONG, and I really need to gooooooo” dream. Which is at least better than bloodthirsty, even if it’s annoying ๐Ÿ™‚

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