You Raped My Mind

[Dark Muse]

A poem inspired by a disturbering dream I had, which stuck out in my mind for being so unlike any dream I had before.

You Raped My Mind

It haunts me still
the violence of the dream
so unreal, and yet so
inescapable.

It daunts me to recall
the hard metallic taste
that I cannot alleviate
from my mind.

It was something
raw and impure
passionless
and yet there was
an unavoidable need
for nothing more than
the friction of two bodies.

I was repulsed
yet convicted
covered in dirty
shame and the memory
of teeth marks upon
flesh a strange
surreal bareness.

It was not attraction
but grotesque
and I woke feeling
near shattered
wishing I could
wash my mind away.

The thought
of it ransacks
my senses,
this ugly undisguised
lust the feeling of being
possessed
throwing myself into it.

A thing devoid of pleasure
but boiled down
to a simple wanting
a need to be ripped
apart.

Like magnetic fields
pulled together
pushed apart
the irresistible
rejected
rebel soul
you were
no matter
your wretchedness
my inner resistance.

It was not about us
it was undisclosed
undisguised
so I could see only
the hideousness inside
and give into your
brutality.

[tailor STATELY]

Yes, very disturbing; perfected in your intimate style.

I would expect physical, as well as emotional, scars from this dreamscape (lifted from wikipedia: "The "dream world" within a dream"".

[Dark Muse]

It was one of the few moments I have had a dream vividly in my mind days after though it is starting to fade now, it left a very stark and uncomftrable impression.

[breathtest]

I have had a few dreams where i too have been left thinking about it for days afterwards with it fresh in my mind. It does slowly begin to fade away, but its vividness is so strange. I woke up almost crying.

I think your poem conveys a kind of urgency and fear. A very good ode to that kind of dream, dark and twisted.

[Bar22do]

DM, these kinds of dreams, if I may, come from some hidden corners of our lower psyche, usually in connection with an unconscious guilt feeling thus justifying itself and coming to awareness for us to.... to get rid of it. It's a kind of elimination process dream, and - good riddings!
Take an energizing shower, go for a walk, don't accept to give the dream too much importance. Sometimes it simply results from ill digestion, so "my" golden rule here again is - refuse to feed the dark and dirty by focussing on it, "don't contemplate Sodom and Gommorah"! go forward and reconnect with your beautiful YOU!
I hope you don't mind this "introduction".

But back to your poem, it reads vivid and impressive! And faithful to your style indeed.

Be well, DM, and shake off the disgust! disregard if you can.

Best wishes to you - Bar

[PrinceMyshkin]

I found that the free-verse, short lines form of it distracting, obliging me to feel emphasis again and again when I'd rather have concentrated on the content. Would you consider setting this up as a prose poem?

[Dark Muse]

I found that the free-verse, short lines form of it distracting, obliging me to feel emphasis again and again when I'd rather have concentrated on the content. Would you consider setting this up as a prose poem?

I do not think that prose style poetry would really suit the content of this poem. The use of the short lines conveys the starkness of the subject matter and refelcts the mindset and emotion in which the poem is being written in.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hi Muse
Very evocative poem and like many poems I enjoy and am intrigued by I read it several times. On a positive slant - if you hadnt suffered the dream you would not have been able to write the poem.
BW
JB