Life is a nightmare

Dark Dreaming

They come when called

In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. H.P. Lovecraft

I visit Arkham as I sleep, Abandoned streets filled with threat. Shuttered windows hide menace. My hands fill with keys To doors I cannot find.

No holy ghosts are lurking here.

Take me to the endless ocean. Dark waves pulse and beckon. Wading, the water washes my feet, Pulling me in. Something is calling.

The empty sands wait for my return.

Arkham is a fictional city situated in Massachusetts. It’s a dark city and an integral part of the Lovecraft Country setting created by H. P. Lovecraft….

Howard Phillips Lovecraft (US: August 20, 1890 — March 15, 1937) was an American writer of weird fiction and horror fiction, who is known for his creation of what became the Cthulhu Mythos

In his view, humanity was an unimportant part of an uncaring cosmos that could be swept away at any moment. These stories also included fantastic elements that represented the perceived fragility of anthropocentrism.

He was virtually unknown during his lifetime and was almost exclusively published in pulp magazines before he died in poverty at the age of 46, but is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors of supernatural horror fiction………Wikipedia

Poring over my battered paperbacks filled with stories by H.P. Lovecraft at bedtime led to the dreams that led to my poem.