Dark · Poetry

Night Terrors

nightmare

If I were to run, where would I run?
There’s nowhere to run, but plenty to run from.
Monsters creep under my bed, skeletons hide in my closets.
If this were a horror film, I’d need you to pause it.

No pillows to squeeze, no teddy to hold…
I wish I were stronger, or just a little bit bold.
I keep having these nightmares of scenes I have seen
Reliving the terror, I wake in the night, shaking and scream!

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