Random Poems

Nightmare's Experience

It all started out in peace.
The sunlight had begun to cease.
In a car my mother drove.
Down the hill we dove.

I didn’t know where,
Though I didn’t really care.
There was no problem.
And it was a calm autumn.

I was relaxed and happy,
Far from snappy.
I looked out the window’s glass,
And I saw what we passed.

A very tall monster.
I hoped it was an imposter.
For I had seen the black and white,
Of a horrific blight.

Standing around ten feet tall,
Was Slenderman in his all.
I tried to avert my eyes,
Hoping it was just a guise.

But wherever I looked,
His form stayed hooked.
So I squeezed my eyes closed,
And in his static I was enclosed.

His faceless head filled my mind.
I thought I’d go deaf and blind.
I let out a silent scream,
As my tears fell in a stream.

Then all went still.
I felt the windy chill.
I carefully looked around.
There was not a single sound.

The creature had left.
I stood up so deft.
I was alone in the woods.
I was far from any neighborhoods.

But despite it all,
I fell happily in a sprawl.
I began to laugh.
From sanity, I lost half.

I had survived a terror.
I wondered if it was an error.
But the sun arose,
And then I froze.

“I need to tell my friend!
“But, oh! It’s the weekend!
I’ll have to wait two more days.”
I spoke in such a daze.

Then I awoke.
The sweat around me did I soak.
I panted and my heart raced.
I went to get my phone in haste.

I journaled my dream.
Well, nightmare, it would seem.
I also wondered why,
I did not die.

It was early 2016,
I was about thirteen.
I had only glimpsed Slenderman’s lore,
And nothing more.

I thought I was fine,
But that was my conscious vine.
Deep in my roots,
Were my fearful attributes.

And though I was scared,
Fear it longer, I never dared.
Instead I always laughed,
And I didn’t care if I was daft.

For fearing a simple story,
No matter how gorey,
I wanted to change for the better.
So I wrote a mental letter.

I was to face my fears.
I was to cry no tears.
I would be brave,
And I would behave.