Nightmare
(A Free Style Poem)





Oh Nightmare, begone!

Turn off those dreams
That scream,
All harsh and purpled red,
That dance demented in my head,
In muted skies
With silent cries.

Must I endure these reveries until I die?
Consumed in dread
With incoherent themes?

Oh Nightmare, begone!

I've done no wrong,
To be subjected
To these tortures
All night long

My rumpled covers are all wet,
As I shiver in my sweat.
So little
Is the rest that I can get.

Wishing all along
Oh Nightmare, begone!