Nighmare

In the dark alone Sensing things that aren’t there In frustration I moan Into the darkness I stare I turn the bed side table light on Knowing there is someone in the room with me And can’t wait for the break of dawn The things I sense make me want to flee With wide eyes I look upon the room Yet not seeing that which scares me most Feeling as though I am in my own tomb I hear a whisper as though from a ghost The taste of sweat and tears on my tong I can feel my heart beat speeding up When will this nightmare end? I fear only when I am dead.