Nightmares

This is a poem about a nightmare. (No, I did not have this nightmare, I just made it up.)

As black as night,

As dark as the shadows themselves,

Come the horrid nightmares.

Claws scratch my back,

Fire creeps at my heels.

I run away as fast as I can,

But I'm going in slow motion.

I don't want to turn around but I do,

I see people dying, others crying.

I don't know what to do,

I just keep running.

I feel sharp pains in my legs,

Creepy, spooky dolls bite my legs.

I shake off the dolls,

Watch them fall to the ground and break.

I am stopped by a young girl,

She is looking for her mother.

Leading me into the mysterious woods,

She tries to kill me with a knife.

I kill the young girl in fear of my life,

The possessed child is now in the underworld.

I try to find my way back to town,

I hear owls and sirens in the distance.

All I can smell is smoke,

And a whiff of pine here and there.

Cool air surrounds me,

Gives me a chill down my spine.

I sense something near by,

Holding the knife in my hands.

Out comes my mother with bloody hands,

She looks up at me with sorrow in her eyes.

She blinks,

Tears come out and she dies.

Falling to the ground,

I start to cry.

Gunshots now come from all around.

I run away from my mother,

With tears still in my eyes.

Another gunshot is heard,

Much closer than the last.

I run through the woods as quick as I can,

Another gunshot is fired.

A piece of bark from a pine tree is shot off,

I run in fear of my life.

At the end of the path I find,

Stands a little log cabin.

Out comes an elderly couple,

With creepy smiles and scary stares.

Inviting me in,

They start to walk closer.

I slowly back up,

Making it clear I don't want to get near.

Insisting I come in to get warm,

The woman holds out a fuzzy blanket in her arms.

I dash into the woods,

Scared of the elderly couple.

I hoped they wouldn't come after me,

In fear they would kidnap me.

I make it back to town,

All I see are flames.

I call for my father,

I call for my brother.

I call for my sister,

and I call for my friends.

No one can hear me over the shouts of firemen and flames,

No one can see anything but burning buildings and fire.

I feel an arm around my neck,

Someone starts to choke me.

I can't breathe,

I can't speak.

I suddenly know who is trying to kill me,

My enemy has been nipping at my heels for years.

I try to catch a breath,

But no air is going into my lungs.

I feel the boy let go,

Throwing me into the fire.

I hear laughter,

As my fate is taking its toll.

I feel a burning sensation all over my body,

All I can feel is the heat of the flames.

My life flashes before my eyes,

Then, nothing.

I feel no pain,

I feel no heat.

I see no flames,

I accept defeat.

I feel,

See,

Hear,

Smell,

Taste,

Nothing.

Everything goes black,

At the end of my nightmares.

Author's Note

Spur of the moment before going to bed. Hope you enjoyed! Leave suggestions and tips for my writing. Thanks!

Reviews

[Phillitup]

Whoa...you should be glad that this hasn't been one of your nightmares. It's absolutely chilling. It's also rather choppy, perfect for expressing the idea of a dream/nightmare. Nobody fully and utterly remembers every part of their dreams. It's why they are choppy which makes this poem sound more realistically nightmarish. How did you come up with this and, furthermore, why did you write this right before bed. Scary, I would totally freak myself out.

Best regards,

Dell

[Savior of Time]

Thanks, I wanted it to be a chill in the soul. I'm actually not very sure how I wrote it; it just kinda flowed out of me. I was thinking about having to go to bed, then nightmares. It just came to me, you know? Thanks for the review Dell.

[Phillitup]

:)

[jsteelers24]

wow that's great

[Savior of Time]

thanks