Nightmare Times

Phantasm.
Shadow Creation,
misting down
attic stairs.
Cold “haint” fills my nightmare times,
takes leave with my soul.

Be gone, you!
“Undigested beef!
Underdone…
potato!
More of gravy than the grave…!”
I refuse your haunt!

Late night sweats.
Down dark alleyways
being chased.
“Have mercy
upon my tortured spirit!”
I cry in the night.

 

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub for Meeting the Bar.

22 thoughts on “Nightmare Times

  1. Also, one frightened dude named Ebenezer tries to reason away a ghost on Christmas Eve by suggesting indigestion. LOVE the allusions to both pieces of lit here, Charley! (See my above response to Amaya re the other)

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    • Thank you! I borrowed it from Harper Lee. I probably should have quotations around it. I’m glad you enjoyed my offering. The food references have been causing me the Dickens!

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