Nightmares are dreams.
unpleasant but flows through the mind like hot streams,
leaving behind, burning footsteps that gives my memory scary beams.
making me afraid of every night that cut the day so deep.
i sat on my bed, burying my head in betweem my knee, not wanting to sleep,
wondering what will come my way when fast asleep.
my bed was forced to dance to the rythm of my shiver,
the atmosphere became tense and i was filled with sweat and kissed by fever.
what will tonight look like? A sleep could only give an answer.
time had thrown me into pot of darkness for nightmare to stir,
my room was nothing to me but a snare,
waiting for light to come ward off my fear,
I am terrified by night and all it gathers in it darkness,
and no matter how the day shows up it brightness,
the night will conceal it awareness,
and by it {night} when it darkens,
it envelops my mind with dreams that frightens,
releasing it after cockcrow for the sun to dry up my burden.
no matter how hard i tried to blend,
horrible nightmare is what this period of time continues to send,
leaving me lost and empty on my bed ....,and thinking of when all these will come to an end.
Its just one night job.i rushed it before going to bed.Like to have ur says on this poem pleassseeee.
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