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I Don't Know You

by Kayla LaFleur- Mosier 3 months ago in surreal poetry
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I wrote this poem in response to a poetry prompt that was (of course) to write a poem about a nightmare that you have had. I literally wrote in one sit down that took about twenty minutes because the nightmare has affected me that deeply, the words basically just flew out. I challenge you to write a poem about a nightmare that YOU'VE had.

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It always starts out the same, along with the same ending that keeps me doubting if I'm sane.

My destination is unknown, yet I'm always on the same bus. A full cab and yet I see her amongst the overpopulated bus. My dear mother who passed so many years ago somehow is among us.

I do not think twice and run towards her, although she now has her back to me I swiftly approach her.

I place my hand on her shoulder and she swivels around quickly, surprised by my bold gesture.

This is where my dream takes a turn, because, given the look on her face, I hardly recognize her.

The chestnut eyes I had only ever known to look at me with love, were now full of anger and confusion by my seemingly unwanted, impulsive touch.

"MOM!" I cry out in excitement.

Oh, how I've missed her. What I don't expect is what comes next, her cold emotionless dismissal.

"I don't know you." She responds matter of factly, While simultaneously jerking her shoulder from my grasp and again turning her back to me.

By now I've realized that none of this is real, but that does not stop the aching pain in my heart that resonates despite my growing negative appeal. The first time I awoke from this hellish nightmare I hoped it would never happen again and wiped away my tears.

However, the more I try to forget it the more it leaves stains on my heart and for my memory to wear.

Sometimes I get the notion my subconscious is trying to tell me something, although I may not be getting the intended message I can tell you one thing.

I hope my daughter never feels that terrible, empty, feeling that I feel. Because I can only imagine how badly it would hurt if it weren't a nightmare but a feeling that was real.

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Kayla LaFleur- Mosier

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