Nightmare

never forget your dreams... or your nightmares.

“Enough!” she yells

A quick breath

“Enough…” she whispers

She looks to the shining floor

Storming out of the room

Glistening streams fall from her cheeks

She’s had enough

Running down the hall

Two more doors

The door doesn’t open

The prince smiles

She cringes

She tugs on the door again

She hears a soft clink

She runs

Here she is again

In this hollow hall

Here she is again

Running from the nightmare called home.

Reviews

[jasonaspraggins]

You have such a unique style. Very well done.

[Bridget Mcmaken]

I love this poem. the flow of it is nicely done and well writen. keep writing I cant wait to read more of your work!
~Bridget~

[SomerSunshine]

I really like the feel of this. It's fast paced, quick, and urgent. It really gets you wrapped up. I could see you being able to turn this into a short story.
My only critique it that it seems like commas are necessary in a few places, and grammar and capitalization should be revised.
Great poem! (: