Poetry of a Poet

| Nightmares |

NIGHTMARES

"Tell me, what have you become, when even nightmares fear you?"

You smile a crooked smile,

one so devious many would run for miles.

A smile one cannot simply comprehend,

one so broken, it will never mend.

Blood covers your one white paw,

the red liquid slides down a claw.

You've grown fond of this, I see,

for killing, killing is your key.

Not a key to any object,

but a key to your wicked life,

one more deadly than a knife.

Do they really symbolize victory?

Those things in your collar, the teeth,

or do they symbolize treachery?

Or better, something far beneath?

You see, as you've made it clear,

many think that you are a nightmare.

Others think you've gone too far into despair.

But please do tell me?

What have you become?

When even nightmares fear you?