A Recurring Nightmare

 

Days after my father's demise 

I started seeing him in my dreams

It brought some relief to my heart

But it turned into a nightmare soon

I ran around to find an ambulance

And taking him to the hospital 

Only to be told that he was brought dead

I saw it again in my native place 

I had to run all the way to a junction 

To get a mini-ambulance 

To take my dad to a hospital

Again I Was told that he was brought dead

I started losing sleep 

I was living in a loop of a recurring nightmare 

That took me to the night where 

I struggled to get a vehicle on time

To take my dad to the hospital 

Where I was told, it was five minutes too late

I've seen the motionless body of my dad 

My mind felt guilty for being irresponsible

Not acting briskly enough to save my dad 

For nearly four months 

I kept seeing the nightmare and kept waking up 

In the middle of the nights 

I felt it was real and I was trying my best 

But every time I failed 

Until I tried a meditation 

Suggested by a friend 

I started getting good sleep 

And I stopped seeing that nightmare 

A Nightmare

A leaky dilapidated temple                                                                                                                                         

With mystic flowered deities                                                                                                                                                

Worshipped by an old priest                                                                                                                                         

Amidst the debris of past sins                                                                                                                                              

While the magic in the rain                                                                                                                                            

Showered precious stones                                                                                                                                         

Poisonous snakes came to                                                                                                                                                        

Be the guardians of the stones                                                                                                                                       

The talking sidewalks of Aragona                                                                                                                                       

Whispered about the treasure in the temple,                                                                                                                                     

But they were scared of the snakes, A greedy                                                                                                                                           

evil man rubbed ash offering from a demon,                                                                                                                                           

That offers powers to scare away the snakes,                                                                                                                                           

He entered the temple with a spear                                                                                                                                             

That emitted fire and he threw ash at snakes,                                                                                                                                           

They snarled away towards a creek,                                                                                                                                             

To quench their burns, He began collecting the stones,                                                                                                                                              

And they became mere coals, catching fire,                                                                                                                                                

He became a flame to dream a wake of death,                                                                                                                                              

He woke up in the creek drenched at dawn                                                                                                                                                

He didn't see any snake, He went to the temple                                                                                                                                                

and saw the priest worshipping                                                                                                                                

There was no sign of fire or precious stones

The poem based on word prompts #InstantEternal #turningthephrase #atreyasverse #wordsoupdaily

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