Nightmare

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    Nightmare

    The clock strikes midnight in my home,
    I lie in bed I'm all alone.
    The light cast shadows on the wall,
    I hear a noise from down the hall.
    I tremble with fear hoping to wake,
    my heart beats hard and my chest does ache.
    Once I realize I'm not asleep,
    I prayed to God my life to keep.
    I see an image getting close,
    what I see worries me most.
    I see his face of bone so white,
    I scream in vein silenced by fright.
    His bony fingers point at me,
    how I wish that I could flee.
    I wake from my dream wrenched with sweat,
    the image so real I wish to forget.
    It had been just a dream,
    so real and not serene.
    But oh no what do I hear,
    it wasn't a dream death is here.

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    DandyLyons commented on Nightmare

    07-17-2009

    Sometimes death is the only way to escape the realm of life and the agony it brings. Fear not death but the horror of living...

    wheelsal commented on Nightmare

    07-09-2009

    Wow. I'll lock my doors tonight but I guess even that won't keep out your haunting words...........................

    hdmac commented on Nightmare

    06-10-2009

    "I pray my God my life to keep" seems like a cliche. "Death" is here seems like you are dying, but you are still alive. Seems a little confusing to me.

    shawngilmore

    07/15/2009

    I think that you maybe reading too much into it, and have totally missed the point. The poem is about uncertainty, in all regards. Thanks for your response

    mkckaye commented on Nightmare

    05-23-2009

    i anticipated the end with the title an all..however eventho i was prepared fa the emotions i couldnt help still taking myself thru the levels of emotion thruout the lines...i enjoyed it ... ^5 take care mkckaye

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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