Nightmare:
You swore you heard your name.
Darkness surrounded the area,
And thick fog
Dances around the wet, dead, bog,
But no one is near.
You fumble on the ground
On your scraped knees and bare hands.
Something slithers by:
You swore you saw it:
A bogey body
Out of the corner of your eye.
Your heart pounds uncontrollably.
You gasp for air,
Barely able to breathe.
You heard it:
The snap of branches,
The crack of twigs.
Your eyes twitch back and forth.
You smell it:
A disgustingly smelly breath,
And the fresh wet dirt.
Like a cluts you slip
On slime and residue.
Fallen grave stones
Mark you doom.
You scream into the air,
Air so crisp, cold, dark, and silent,
Only to find yourself
In your own room,
In a puddle of salty sweat,
And a hot blanket.
"It's only nightmare,"
You murmur in a daze.
Evil eyes give a glare,
Scanning the room,
Hiding out of sight.
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Nightmare
PoetryHave you ever felt like your nightmare was reality? Was it at night, or in plain daylight? Who -or what- was there? No matter what, nightmare will always bring a chill... Have you ever had a dream so vivid you could almost grasp it? Where you so clo...
