Nightmare

A poem about the anxieties of fear.

The end of a neutral day. Shattered. Crushed. Consumed whole by a razor to the brain call.
A call that aimlessly blinded, deafened and took a rusty blade to the heart causing an explosion of red blood much like a heavy stone drop in the crystal water of the Nile river.
       A nightmare was it? An intangible thought that could be altered by facing ones fears and having the power of control in your world? No, a nightmare is much more gentle and kind. This was bitter reality.