Nightmare

doll facesFor this poem, I created a specific syllable structure. It another experiment in structured poetry. It is not based on a real dream.

I dreamed I was in a desert, alone.
The wind swept dust all about me, but I
was safe, in a cone of light and cool wind.

Then I was in a room filled with people.
They were hugged in so tight, I could not breathe.
I scream, but no sound is made. I’m frightened.

Suddenly I was in a great blue sea.
I gasped with fright and breathed in some water.
Frustration, I felt my consciousness leave.

I awoke, in bed, screaming, sitting up.
The light was on, myriad doll faces stared
at me. Alone, I sat, drenched to the bone.

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