Nightmares

I may accidentally copy the writer Gracious, but its mostly inspired by her. Check her out!

Night has come.
Dreams have come.
Dreams I never wanted.
Dreams I didn't ask for.

They come from things I read,
things I saw, things I heard,
and things I didn't want to learn,
but learned them anyway.

My today and yesterday,
and days from years before.
They form my dreams, my
dreams I didn't ask for.

As they roared inside my
head, I tried to push the
dreams away, but the dreams
insisted they would stay.

I couldn't understand why
my dreams would want to make
me cry, as I lay in bed, as I tried
to wake up from the dreams I
didn't ask for.

There was nothing I could do,
as they rolled in my head,
making me regret I went to bed,
as they played inside my head,
the dreams I never asked for.

I woke up with a start, my
mother sitting next to me, for
I had cried loud enough for her
to hear, she heard my heart
pounding from the dreams
I didn't ask for.

I tried to look back on the dream,
not wanting to see what I had seen,
only to not see a thing, as it had
gone away so quickly, quickly to
hide again.

I knew the dream would be
back one day, the same dream I
had had that night, the dream I
never asked for, that dream I
never asked for.

The nightmare I never wanted.

Author's Note

I hope this is a good poem. I did this kinda rushed so tell me if it needs something

Reviews

[Esther Hutt]

Fantastic poem. You express yourself so well. Grandpa is impressed.

[RachelRedstone]

Thanks Grandma

[Esther Hutt]

Keep writing.