Shadows of the Subconscious

14^th Feb, 2023

Heavy air,
Can barely take a breath,
Did it on a dare,
Bloody affair,
Such is ferocious death,
Leaves us bare.

A crimson glint,
On the silver blade,
Such a lovely tint,
Paired with flint,
Lying on brocade.
Is that a hint?

No anger, no rage,
Quite the contrary,
Nothing to engage,
Simply broke the cage
Very ordinary.
Just a little rampage.

Sheets drenched in sweat
Screaming like a banshee.
What do I fret?
Where is the threat?
My nightmare woke me,
But what did I forget...?