Horror

Nightmare

By Rebekah Perkins

My inside is crying, I stand here awake,

Thinking, fearing, in terror I quake,

I wish that I could just run away,

But I'm here, forced to stay.

The night is dark, cold, unfeeling,

And all around my world is reeling,

I search for comfort, pray for peace,

But through the night my hope will decrease.

Encasing and thick, the fog keeps me in,

I have no sense of direction as round and round I spin,

I call for help; mocking, my voice echos back,

I'm down on my knees, my will about to crack.

The tears run freely down my pale face,

In this world, sympathy holds no place,

I look to the sky to search for a star,

But the cold blackness stretches too far.

My spirit finally broken, I slump to the ground,

With no hope in my soul to be found,

In the wet dewy marsh grass I close my eyes,

Rock back and forth, so tired of the lies.

With a gasp I sit up, to find I'm in bed,

And yet, my being is filled with unspeakable dread,

My brow covered in a film of sweaty dew,

A dream? A dream? Could it be true?