Tag: Nightmares

• Descent

  

  Sleepless nights due to fear of the darkness. Hoping for the better. We desire to end the nightmares but the sacrifice is too great. Learning from our failures. Our experience did not prepare us for the fall.

  David W. Jones

  March 5, 2021

  Creative Writing

  death, life, Nightmares, poetry, Thoughts

• Runaway

  

  It has been a year since the events that led to my demise. The logical decisions resulting in emotional decay. Starting over to find a solution. An education of sorts. So many mistakes along the way. I wonder whether I will ever learn the lesson; I doubt that I will even recognize it. So much […]

  David W. Jones

  March 21, 2019

  Creative Writing

  amwriting, Blog, Contemplation, darkness, emotions, Freudian, journal, Journey, lesson, lessons, life, Loss, Lost, Memories, NaBloPoMo, Narrative, Nightmares, Poetic, poetry, prose, Reality, runaway, runaways, Space, Spilled Thoughts, Spilled Words, Story, Thoughts, Time, Writing

• Outside

  

  Dreamt of scene; Panic within a familiar place. All of the exits locked. Trust in the unfamiliar; A different path of escape.

  David W. Jones

  March 11, 2019

  Creative Writing

  amwriting, Blog, death, dream, Dreams, journal, Journey, life, micropoetry, NaBloPoMo, NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month, Nightmares, Poem, Poetic, poetry, Spilled Ink, spilled poetry, Spilled Words, Story, Thoughts, Verse, Writing

• Shattered

  

  Waking to a dimly lit sunrise Smiling at the hope of promise Day darkens quickly Shadows pummel a shaken spirit Seeking salvation in the darkness Falling towards despair Lying within the foggy evening Wishing for a moment of sleep Unable to breathe

  David W. Jones

  February 28, 2019

  Creative Writing

  amwriting, darkness, death, Fall, Journey, life, Loss, Lost, micropoetry, NaBloPoMo, NaPoMo, NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Day, National Poetry Month, Nightmares, Poem, Poetic, poetry, Spilled Ink, spilled poetry, Spilled Thoughts, Spilled Words, spirit, Story, sunrise, sunset, Thoughts, Time, Writing

• Sarcophagus

  

  Remembering the eulogy, on this cold and frosty morning. Mental inscriptions along the glass reflections. Those remnants held tightly are the dismal connections to unpleasant memories. Cuts and abrasions of reopened wounds that refuse to heal. Spirits returning from the old days. The mind is a broken coffin. It is difficult to let the dead […]

  David W. Jones

  February 19, 2019

  Creative Writing

  amwriting, Contemplation, Journey, Nightmares, Spilled Thoughts, Spilled Words, spirit, Thoughts, tomb, Writing