Petrified!

He awoke gasping for a breath of air

petrified at his dream

in the darkness suddenly felt panic

flicking on the light

calmed down but stayed perturbed

being very disturbed!

 

What had he dreamt of still unclear

why this growing panic

got up his chest tight was freezing

silly unable to understand

it was a nightmare it had gone now

to his own doubt would not bow!

 

Had a coffee to reflect and chill

even on the kitchen stool

had the urge to escape and run

but he was on his own here

in the top floor luxury apartment

his mind about to fragment!

 

In the dim light and rare silence

heard a noise close by

not feasible just himself was here

remembered the image

that had made him wake in dismay

she stood in the doorway!

 

He turned had it been a premonition

that same cold dead stare

a long bloody nightgown knife gripped

before he could make a gasp

his eyes saw the blade thrust down

in his own blood would drown!

 

This was the third time they were called

it was becoming a regular visit

each time a young male was found dead

yet no marks on the bodies

on autopsy heart attacks the conclusion

which caused confusion!

 

No history was given to the new tenant

as he happily moved in

very content at the very reasonable rent

would he to die within?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Realistic!

Had for so long had vivid realistic dreams

she knew were not real

this time became agitated and fearful

inside a tall building

people seemed relaxed within the foyer

appeared a good employer?

 

Must be a large company or posh hotel

as she panned the interior

yet out of sight there was a dark shape

making her become anxious

otherwise perfect as though employed

being here enjoyed!

 

Again this darkness and panic emerged

that calmness faded

as a loud explosion shook the building

from somewhere below

no panic as alarms sounded all around

slowly to the exit bound!

 

Certain there was no hurry then another

bang made many fall

and the atmosphere changed to urgency

the third and fourth

made everyone run now objects crashed

large windows smashed!

 

She found herself being pushed trampled

people trying to leave

but could not wake up as the scene changed

now standing watching

from the other side of the street a spectator

as from above a roar!

 

A darkness covered the building as it collapsed

at an unbelievable pace

pulverized dust that also spewed debris outwards

just like a nuclear explosion

fine ash lingering like a fine layer of grey snow

rivers of molten metal did flow!

 

Awoke gasping for air the scene was familiar

who could wreak this awful act

too many died through her eyes could still see

the rising mushroom cloud

she hoped this event would never come true

as the dread of mankind grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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