Surreal Universe Poem by DM W
Surreal Universe
Surreal universe
Of blood and bone: Fragile light
Is buried under
Rocks and stones, in vast deserts,
Where Time stands frozen.
There is no trace at all of
Healing summer rain.
There are only eyes, that stare,
Like wild birds of prey,
From the shadowy realms of
Disordered psyches.
This dry kingdom is lacking
In the blessed ways of
Grace and faith. The Void beckons.
All dreaming is dead.
Insects feed on rotting flesh.
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8/15/2025 2:41:48 PM # 1.0.0
Night terrors indeed and I must admit Dominic I do love to read and write a dark one. Simply because it makes me feel alive and again admit I have an unfair advantage over others for it helps being Catholic. I simply take all the good I've been taught and reverse it. A dark, almost gothic and most surreal poem that reaches out and touches and twists a reader's nerve. Most unsettling the way a dark poem should be. A full most wicked, wicked score and Dominic thanks for the nightmares!