Nightmare

This is a poem I wrote my sophomore year in high school when I was dealing with a nightmare that kept coming whenever I fell asleep. The nightmare consists of a few threats I'd received from someone.

I’m having this horrible nightmare stuck on repeat

About this living monster I can never defeat

It begins with a struggle that I can never win

But that’s where the real terror starts to begin

He holds me down without even chain

As this is how he brings me my emotional pain

The following scene leaves me frightened and vexed

And I’m sure you can guess what happens next

If you really have no idea, you must be dumb

He rapes me, god damnit, but then I go numb

By now I can finally shed more than just a tear

As I face the reality of this predicted fear

He leaves for a moment and I know exactly what for

I hold my breath as he comes back through the door

A knife is gripped in his vicious hand

And I loathe the creation of this object and that it was manned

Then he smirks as he’s done before countless times

As he thinks about all of his current crimes

I start to sweat and unintentionally twitch

And he whispers in my ear, “you’re my favorite b***h”

He continues to speak with much detail

Then his hot breath on my cheek from an exhale

Observing me, he concludes I’m too gritty

And says, “put on some makeup, I’d rather you look pretty”
I do as I’m told right there on the spot

Then mentally prepare myself to be a corpse to rot

But I quickly realize there is no use

As the unfolding scene ensues

Suddenly, afflictive pain on my arm

And he grins at the sight of my alarm

My blood splatters all over his clothes

But he doesn’t seem to oppose

The bloody knife is removed and I let out a sob

And the pain in my arms continues to throb

He simple said, “I didn't commit

To that one because my writing didn't fit”

This monster then stabs the other one

And I dare say this feels overdone

“Didn’t fit on that one either,” he said

While smiling because of my look of pure dread

I look into the face of that pathological liar

And wonder how I could ever feel desire

He says, “you play the game, you never win”

As he traces the knife across my pale skin

A quick twist of the knife and I hold my breath

For this is sure to be my death

But he shows absolutely no clemency

And he carves his name in my leg carefully

I bite my lip in an attempt to bare the pain

As my scarlet blood continues to drain

My blood covers the both of us

And my soul begins to digress

Then he is finished

And his power remains undiminished

His hand caresses the side of my cheek

I’ve given up now; I am too weak

And his face is now completely stoic

And what he’s doing is the opposite of heroic

He moves closer and kisses me

But I don’t try to stop him for I’m his detainee

His tongue forcefully invades

And the last hope in me fades

He smacks his lips and says, “you

Are about to make your debut”

He ties around my neck a rope

As I do my very best to try to cope

And so swiftly I was slung

To the highest point, and was hung

As my last breath escapes
I notice recording videotapes

So it becomes simple for the shamus

And my corpse becomes famous

Then I finally awake and my body shakes

And everything painfully aches

And I dream this every night, as I await

What is sure to be my wicked fate

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Really powerful! Not only do you carry the tale with a strong flow and detailed description, but you are able to enhance the experience by having a rhyme scheme that works well. Certainly not a nightmare I would wish on anyone. But i'll admit, it makes for a wicked tale to be told, especially around a campfire, late at night.

Great Writing!
Aaron - Wolfwind

[parkerjeslick]

Wow!!! Extremely deep and moving!!! Very nice work!!!