Nightmare

NIGHTMARE 


You make me happy when the skies are gray
Were the last lines of your lullaby. 

But this time everything felt so dreary,
Like a choking space with clumpy air - proof of my existence. 

There I laid beside dark creepy creatures,
And huge treacherous beasts with shiny fangs. 

My eyes hovered, scouting for an escape route,
How I got here, a mystery no one could explain.

I tried asking for aid but splutter gibberish,
I guess I drowned in some sort of oblivion.

And then the darkness kept getting gloomy,
With an intense furnace on one side of the meadow. 

The smell of dread and danger I could perceive,
With the hush around the pasture getting even more creepy. 

But as the creatures heralded the arrival of the executioner,
The rooster finally crowed to signify the morning.

I rose.

©The Poetic Newton

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