Nightmare

by Naomi L. | October 23, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry | 2 comments

Outside, the moon begins to rise.
You lie in bed and close your eyes.
Into a peaceful sleep, you fall,
Until the nightmares come to call.

You’re in a forest all alone
When suddenly, you hear a groan.
You turn and what should stop your breath?
A monstrous face that looks like Death.

You tell yourself it’s just a dream,
But then you hear the creature scream.
Oh, what a horrifying sound:
A roar that shakes the very ground.

As terror rises in your heart,
You stumble backwards with a start,
And faster than you knew you could,
You race into the haunted wood.

You turn a corner, two, and three,
But anywhere you try to flee,
The maze will always lead you back
Into the world of endless black.

You try to run, you try to hide.
There’s no escape; you’re trapped inside
This dreadful place of dark and gloom,
Where one wrong step means certain doom.

You dare to glance behind at last
And see the beast is gaining fast.
You close your eyes and start to pray
That somehow it will be okay.

Yet once you give in to the night,
The monster halts in blinding light,
And quickly as you saw its face,
It vanishes without a trace.

The warm bright light envelops you.
The cold dark black turns into blue.
You raise your head and breathe a sigh
To see the early morning sky.

You lie back down and rest your head,
Relieved to know you’re safe in bed.
The moon gave way to greet the sun.
The nightmare’s over. You have won.