Haunted Nights

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Waking up in a cold sweat.
Same dream that haunts me nightly
and causes me to bolt straight up in bed.
Fog, children screaming, shots ringing.
 I stare at my uniform in confusion.

@ donetta sifford 3-15-2013



13 responses

  1. Sounds like a nightmare you can't wake up from. brrr.

  2. I was already loving it, but that final line packed a punch! Great work.

  3. As was said, I love the ambiguity. Lovely
    and chilling.

  4. Great imagery; the cries of the children and the fog of dream-memory…

  5. So dark and intense. Love your take on the prompt. Well done!

  6. Thank you. As I read back over it, I do like that it could suggest either one. 🙂

  7. How scary to have such nightmares!An excellent piece of writing:-)

  8. Scary. I find myself wondering: is it a military uniform, or a prison uniform? You don't have to answer that – I like the ambiguity. Great little poem.

  9. This is chilling.

  10. A nightmare that spawns nightmares. Well done

  11. Donetta, thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting! This is a very good poem. It builds until that final statement; very potent, very dark, and foreshadowing the PTSD that will be even harder to manage once the soldier is home. Peace, Amy

  12. dark and weird – I think Lance said it well. This made me sit up when finished reading.

  13. I saw where you were going and still loved it. I dig dark and weird. well done.

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