Something Wicked

Have you ever had
one of those dreams
when something wicked’s coming
as you stifle your screams

All you wanna do
is to just get out
but there’s no way to
and you want to shout

As you sneak around
searching where to hide
from room to room
you slip and slide

The wicked thing’s coming
closer and closer too
as your hearts pounding
hard inside of you

Your mind is filled
with so much fear
that you begin to think
the wicked thing will hear

Then your mouth gets
so thick and dry
your lips start to crack
and you want to cry

In the next room
you hear it there
but to take a breath
you don’t even dare

When all the sudden
you are now awake
with your heart thumping
no more can you take

All you think of is
 “Was that a nightmare?”
and can’t go back to sleep
’cause it was such a scare?!

Teresa Marie  11/8/11

 

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