Incubus Life of constant bad thoughts crawling around my mind waiting to accommodate my loss of control why I fear my sleep time that is never inhabited with good dreams only a constant nightmare reality. Struggling to stay awake always losing the battle despite the pills. I try to grip reality. Failure, drifting away into deep slumber of mystical shrouds swirling in the creeping envelopment of darkness. The demon surfaces revisiting my body. Dark red eyes piercing, cauterising mind control as he takes my soul on his nightly inhabitation, of pleasure, that I only know in this orgiastic world controlled by the Incubi. © Carol Robson
Category: Dreams
Just Be You by Carol Robson.
Just Be You
You’ve endured a life of!
Told it will be this way
told it will be that way
told, told, told told,
from the earliest time.
Roles decided.
Learn this, learn that
the right way
it has to be
their way.
Be different,
free thinking,
challenge them,
use constructive argument
be prepared
to be labelled,
different,
a rebel.
We are not
all the same
challenge them
your life,
your choice,
your human rights,
being broken
challenge them
your life,
your choice
stop them,
shaping you
just be you.
Told you cannot,
ask why not
challenge
be different
make mistakes
they’re your mistakes
learn from them
stand out
make a difference
your choice
your life
shape yourself
true to yourself
just be you
not what others,
want you to be.
You don’t need,
role models.
©Carol Robson
Bad Dreams by Carol Robson.
This poem is from my revised/edited 2nd edition poetry collection Words of Darkness and Light.
BAD DREAMS
Childhood, special time,
Joyous and carefree –
Free as a butterfly
Spreading your wings.
Spring and summer delights:
You run, dance and skip
Through the fields; flowers too –
Sitting by the stream, carefree.
You find a special friend –
They are kind –
You meet by the stream
Again! Again! Still carefree.
Carefree no longer:
You do not run, dance and skip
Through the fields and flowers.
Stream is a bad place.
Not a special friend!
You didn’t want this.
Frightened! You never go out –
Frightened to tell.
Crying, bad dreams, so real –
You withdraw.
Where have you gone?
Silence consumes.
Bad dreams follow you.
In time you are here –
Not the same, no longer carefree.
Evil! Took something away.
Fields, flowers, stream of yesteryear
Pushed into deep dark place:
Bad dreams, bad memories
Still manage to emerge.
You never told.
You think you coped
So why do you still
Have bad dreams?
Copyright: Carol Robson 2014
Incubi by Carol Robson.
Incubi
Life of constant bad thoughts
crawling around my mind
waiting to accommodate
my loss of control
why I fear my sleep time
that is never inhabited
with good dreams
only a constant
nightmare reality.
Struggling to stay awake
always losing the battle
despite the pills.
I try to grip reality.
Failure,
drifting away
into deep slumber
of mystical shrouds
swirling in the creeping
envelopment of darkness.
The demon surfaces
revisiting my body.
Dark red eyes piercing,
cauterising mind control
as he takes my soul
on his nightly inhabitation,
of pleasure, that I only know
in this orgiastic world
controlled by the Incubi.
© Carol Robson 2014
