Nightmare: A poem.
Dreams weighing me down
Heavy
Walking through molasses
Old faces appear
Grimacing
Hateful
Not friendly at all
I’ve fallen to my knees
Hands stuck now
I drag myself
Scream out for help
Enemies
Only enemies
Unhappy memories
A foot steps down
She always hated me
Face now in muck
I gasp for air
Laughter
The last thing I ever hear.
©LMY 4.25.2012