Corridor…

This be a corridor
leading who knowest where. 
Shouldst ye enter? Pay heed and beware…
Note dire warnings of a dark soul lost, by ignoring
true danger, he doth pay a high cost. Laying in wait,
capturing souls he doth plan,
‘twixt darkness and light
be a bogeyman…
LadyP©2014

Yes, well,  what more can I say?
I knew we should’ve turned left at the junction…x

Untitled…

Untitled this poem,
unknowing the
theme,
of what do I write,
of what do I dream?
Nightmares ensue, as 
my brain knows best
what subject to chose,
thus disturb my rest.
Sending deep fears
designed to scare.
Untitled this poem?
My brain has no care. 
LadyP©2014
I have this belief that my brain hates me,
It knows the fears I hide from everyone else,
  and delights in scaring the living daylights out of me. 

Déjà Vu?…

 

Did you hear that?… 
quickly turning round
as if speed would help
capture the sound,
to try to trace
the source of unease, as if something strange
had come to squeeze,  the air from your lungs
as you catch your breath,
can sudden noise really scare
you to death?
You search for clues, did something break?
has a picture fallen for goodness sake?
Did a door slam, did the stairway creak?
you find nothing, though you still seek
for something earthly bound to cause
the way your heartbeat’s set to pause.
You check upstairs, downstairs too
you’re in a state, what should you do?
Then you see it, hiding in the shadow 
icy fingers dig down to the marrow.
You try to scream but,…
you awake…
‘twas only a dream for goodness sake,
you settle down and close your eyes
until suddenly to your surprise,
you hear a noise…
spin your head round,
to capture the source 
       of the unearthly sound…….
Déjà vu?….you feel it too?
LadyP©2013

Gate….

IN
my dream
there is a gate
I go thro’ quickly,
I don’t wait
ever onwards, walking fast
it seems no earthly shadow cast
alas my footsteps start to amble
held by clinging mud I scramble
slipping and sliding, starting to fall
there seems a voice, an echoing call
mud pulls me down, I take no breath
and just before I’m claimed by death
a light shines as I’m pulled from harm
a cloak wrapped round to keep me warm
a voice says loudly, ‘Why didn’t you see
the Red warning notice put there by me?’
I shake my head,  my sad gaze to the ground
as I’m suddenly aware of a loud mocking sound
I know it so well,  being doomed to never escape
I look Death in the face, … I am wearing his cape……
IN
my dream
there is a gate
I go thro’ quickly,
I don’t wait….

LadyP ©2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fingers of Nightmare….

 

She was dragged roughly and
viciously into her sleepy dream
fighting and clawing at what
lingered between,
the fingers
of nightmare
holding on
then held fast,
battling for her life
as the attacker cast
a net so soft
about her form
but once it touched
nightmare became norm
settling her fears
to quieten her down
tho’ she cried in her sleep,
face clothed by a frown…
… Suddenly dragged so roughly
from her dream filled sleep,
the alarm was insistent
she needed
to keep,
a routine
of waking 
herself every day,
to flee the nightmare
which held her captive in it’s sway…
 

 LadyP © 2011