A bad Dream

Listen to this poem, I once had a bad dream
The feeling felt so real that I could literally hear my scream.
I had nowhere to run or nowhere to hide
The strange things came after me like a huge tide.

Did I hurt them in any way I thought to myself
While I could see someone staring at me from the shelf.
Is this reality or is this just another bad dream?
Cold and dark was this dream’s ultimate theme.

I have been a good person all my life
Never ever had I even picked up a knife!
But I fought those demons who tried to haunt me
I am a fighter and that is what I’ll always be!

People fight their fears and come out alive
This is one quality that I always want to strive!
Your dreams are yours, whether good or bad
Each dream has meaning, just hold on and never be sad.