Different style for a haiku. The photo is mine, clicked on March 18, 2015. I couldn’t get it to enlarge. I was pixelating otherwise 😦
In the dark quiet of the night,
She woke up, sweating in fright.
Her dreams haunted her,
She couldn’t get past them
her troubles it seemed,
had already stemmed.
He weaved in and out,
She was beginning to doubt.
Her horrors come live,
She couldn’t beat them,
No matter how hard she strived.
She believed he was a gem,
He couldn’t hurt her, she thought,
Ignoring the misery that he had brought.
He was dead, she had till now known.
But now, she just wasn’t very sure.
Her past had begun to haunt her present.
Her life now wasn’t very pleasant.
She lost sleep and trouble it brewed.
Daydream and insomnia, she remained subdued.
She lost her beauty, her peace of mind.
Her thoughts, his ghost were together bind.
A stalker, a maniac, he shadowed she,
For all the lives’ eternity.
Until she cried foul and he was killed,
By her brother. But still,
It was a mark left upon her life.
She married someone, became a wife,
And lived peacefully, until a day before.
She thought she saw his face through a crowd.
Her heart fearful, her mind went sour,
And she cried out loud.
Back he had come, to avenge his killing.
And she was back hysterically screaming.
Waking up in bed, sweating, with fright,
Wishing for her life, with all her might.
Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ” – Aleksandar Hemon
The dark shadows of the bodies,
Just down in the night,
When the scared
Comes up with the sun,
The shadow of all.
Mystery, fear, jealousy, doubt.
It camouflages the naked emotions,
With it’s darkest colors.
It changes shape.
Still, it forever follows,
Never leaving sight.
The sun goes down. At night,
It is dead.
Though people fear the
Who’s shadow is it? Not me.