Landscape of my Dream


The Dream has left me feeling

Wretched and afraid ~ and so

Alone it feels as though I’ve

Never even had a friend ~

Tatters and wisps are all that

I have left ~ and shadows of

The fear that filled me ~ no less

Real because I cannot see the

Faceless terror which

Bedevils me ~


My enemy is cowardly ~

Attacking only when I sleep ~

When every weapon that I have

Is broken or unable to be found ~

In time to stop the madness and

The fear ~ that this time

I will not wake to see the dawn ~

I know there is a way to win

If only I can find it ~ I must

Believe that I can find it ~

If ever I would sleep again

And wake ~ refreshed and

Rested ~ from my slumber ~

© 2012, Melody Haislip. All rights reserved.

Melody Haislip (23 Posts)

I began writing poetry in my early 20s, and then put it aside and forgot it. Then a couple of years ago, I suddenly began writing ~ about everything under the sun ~ and I began to write poetry again. Or perhaps I should say channel more than write, since I feel that I am merely the conduit for some of the pieces I write. Those are the best of times, when the words flow, and those are the words which speak to others. Wish I could live in that state all the time!

One Comment

  1. Sometimes Melody, the night can be fierce in its grip. Stunning poem!

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