Poetry

Tomas Armanavicius photo

By

Opal Ingram

A Night Feeling

A tall dark haired man raced through some tree scrubs chasing a dog.

“She caught her breath, and got out of her navy blue Sedan

She stood near a cliff, I stood still on the cliff

I was in a room I could not justify, the dream it felt real.

I could not pin point the reason why my panic arose, it was something out of my control.

I dreamt I was driving on a dirt road

I vaguely remember the intent of the dream.

I just stood there weird, I could vaguely remember anything

I could see the sky, it was misty and gray in an odd way.

I open my eyes and the dream was over.

From my bedside table I could see the blue light from my TV, the feeling

Of the night made me feel blue.

I wish the feeling would go away.

I felt like I was drowning in my tears

I wish the feeling would wash over me.

I was drowning in in my own fear.

It was about 5:am

I could breathe; better; I put two pillows above my head.

I felt uncomfortable, I did not try to memorize the dream but my thoughts were gone.

Not by chance but just in a weird thought, a dream where I felt completely out of control.

I was somewhat terrified; just a dream of a night feeling.

Opal Ingram

Opal Ingram is a Poet/ Author from the Lower East Side NYC. She is Author of 4 short stories and poetry books – Black Stockings 360, Like a Rag Doll- Finding Your Purpose, Black Stockings 361 – Love Poems 40. She currently Resides In Troy, NY. Her Passion For Writing began in her childhood.

Opal Ingram also has a Facebook Poetry group, Opal Expressions Poetry aka- Poetress Mystic.