NightmareA Poem by Ally BakerRunning Running Running Footsteps follow Close behind
No matter How fast I am They get closer
My shoulders Are pulled back By two hands. They turn me around
Screaming I awake
I close my eyes && try to remember
All I see Is an empty hood With two white Glowing eyes Staring at me
Shivering I look to My nightmare count And add a tally
Ninety-eight Different Nightmares © 2008 Ally Baker |
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