The Nightmare

Morning comes peeking beneath my eyes with bitterness,
sharp and cold.
Tight chested reminders echo,
“Beware, the night is never gone.”
A sadness hangover of puffy eyes
deflated dreams
unheard screams
muffled by the dawning of light.
I awaken choking, gagging
spitting on this new day.
The hand of the Sandman, my captor, will drag me unwilling,
humbled, through the tick-tock of time
’til once again I am in darkness
where nightmares come on tippy toes
to sneak and creak into my mind.

Reviews

[Jack...]

It is funny that I read this poem this morning as last night I did have a nightmare that was very vivid. I like how you think and see things. Great piece.

[Cheri Roberts]

Thanks. I suffer from nightmares and was once asked to explain how I felt about that and this was the result. Sorry you had one last night. Here's and article about some of mine: http://cherispeak.wordpress.com/2013/02/19/steel-walls-and-rivets/