Poetry

Nightmare

January 10, 2017

Why is it that ever so often

this dream turns real to haunt me?

Why is it that ever so often

I see this in shocking reality?

Why is it that ever so often

my prayers come to naught?

Why is it that ever so often

I can never shake off this thought:

“Am I just too weak?

Or incapable?”

Or is it that my creative capacity

has already reached its pinnacle?

I can no longer dream this dream.

It is a nightmare beyond compare.

I need to overcome the fear of

THAT CURSED BLINKING CURSOR!!

 

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Mysuru, Karnataka, India

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Divya

An avid reader, a sufficiently proficient writer and a mixed bag of myriad emotions.

4 thoughts on “Nightmare”

  1. At the beginning, I thought it would be something very serious at the end! But it turned out to be “that cursed blinking cursor”, which, apparently is something small. Buy it is a big deal to push that cursor forward until you are satisfied, until you feel you are done!
    Very nice Divya..

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