Hells rain catchers pointing skywards,
red and cutting shapes like broken eggshells,
laughing like all good demons he crushes them underfoot,
as he tip toes, through glass tulips, shattering heavenly dreams.
Waiting and watching by your window,
is he inside or out, maybe just behind you, sniffing.
He can smell your fear, hitching a ride on sweat beads.
Ask yourself, are you ready to smile in the face of this evil?
Unconsciousness is helplessness, you sleep
he follows your dream, waking from a coma can induce more pain.
When darkness strolls through your house, like a habitual guest,
it drags walls, floors and ceilings together, creating a much smaller void.
Why tip toe by your window?
He knows he can stomp around your mind.
Why smile whilst holding tulips?
Knowing that they can catch and store your tears.
It is not glass shattering tulips you hear...
it is dreams crushed into reality.
Thanks Ben, appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this...
3 years ago
Oh my Gosh!!! I love this!! ^__^ It really freaked me out, I won't lie. Uber creative and vivid. I mean and I had no idea - but the punch-line left me like "Whoa o:" lol So entertaining and creepy and just awesome! Please keep writing!
I thought the title worked well to contrast the poem here. Tulips are my favorite flower, but to use something so beautiful as a metaphor is perfect. It's like they are crushing everything hopeful this child has in their life. To me this says, all of their nightmares are waiting for them to fall asleep. Like sleep is a very dangerous thing. Usually real life is a bad place to be, bit you combine the two together it seems. And the demons will make you "happy". Just like depression taking over your life, the demons come back every night to make things a lot worse. Excellent write!