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
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