There's nothing like a deadline to loosen the nightmarish grip of a blank mind.   ;-)))

NIGHT FLIGHT

 

Waning strength loosens grip of

Tree roots mid air bare.

Gnawing fear of what is at hand,

Heart beating like the roll of drums

Marching on the battlefield.

 

Falling, falling fast to death

Stomach left behind at roots end.

Vertigo looms on minds' horizon.

Not letting me go unconscious,

To be unaware of what comes.

 

Miraculously landing on two feet!

Chased by some ominous force

In a thunderous night,

Feet slowed by engulfing sand,

Waves receding, holding tight.

 

Close, it comes closer.

Run, run like the lightening

Splitting the dark sky.

Loosen your grasp quicksand

Halting feet desperate to escape.

 

Screams muffled by fright,

Find shrill sounds propelled.

An ancient survival instinct

Deeply recessed in memory

Takes a sonic flight in darkness.

 

Lungs paralyzed by fear

Fill with pain instead of air.

Must breath to run from terror!

Diaphragm, like a heavy boulder,

Is useless in my hour of need.

 

It reaches for me

With clutching outstretched

Tendrils clawing at my back.

Centimeters deny capture

In this my last cry for escape.

 

Huh? What?  Breathe!

Where am I?  Bed?

My body cries out of need,

Shattering the nightmare,

With a trip to the bathroom.

 

©  Suzanne Burgos 2007

 

 

 

“Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven”
Henri Frederic Amiel