"The Plotless Nightmare," A Poem
It’s a feeling too great to feel.
It’s a dialogue too loud to hear.
It’s a dream too nimble to see.
Only the sound of my heartbeat
beating against the nightmares—
chasing me and haunting me.
The nightmare predator instills
fear into my night and finds
and reveals my deepest, most hidden fears.
There’s no revelation; it’s plotless yet
my mind plots against me with nightmare
as her apprentice and partner in crime.
The mind palace reigned by queens and kings becomes imprisoned,
turning into a hallowing dungeon without sound.
Except the sound of suspense building
inside the cave holding the most treasured gem—
with it’s continuous beat gradually quickening.
Beat, beat, beat.
The absence of ghosts, demons, and Death
Invites for something more chilling to enter into the realm of nightmares.
Something that robs speech and sight away and replaces it with horror and silence
It’s a nightmare too frightening to tell.