Nightmares

brutal,

terrifyingly realistic

as I wake up calling out

someone’s name

in sheer panic

cause my dream

says they’re dead

while in fact they’re still

asleep in bed;

it’s 4am and I am

crying uncontrollably

cause I’m telling you

I now am confused,

is my dream reality

and my reality a dream…

I get mixed up

and it takes me awhile

to realize what’s real,

to calm myself down…

I am grieving a loss

that hasn’t happened;

my dream points to

intruder,

gun,

victim,

but reality is ok

although I don’t know

what’s real and

what’s not;

I’ve gotten to the point

where I dread sleep

cause I know my fears

will bleed me awake

.

.

.

.

Bethany Anne

Nightmares