The thunder's growling, winds are howling,
The storm is overhead,
And Spirits screaming as I'm dreaming,
Within my bed so warm,
A nightmare nightly comes upon me,
Shaking me to the core.
I come awake and start to shake,
As whimpers issue from my throat,
And then my lungs begin to crackle,
As I hear the voices cackle,
And fighting for my breath, I reach,
Out in the darkness, humid stillness
...
...
For my inhaler, so I can breathe.
YOU ARE READING
All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
