Treasure Island

Maddy Jones

(March 2nd,1988 / Kennewick, Wa)

A Nightmare's Bluff


At twilight's time,
It's time for bed,
It's time to sleep,
So rest your head,

In your bed's warmth,
You shall sleep,
But in your slumber,
You shall weep,

A good dream turns,
A nightmare comes,
A nightmare burns,
A trick is done,

Heart is a-thump,
Enveloped in fear,
Drenched in sweat,
Torture is near,

Swiftly awake,
Calming nerves,
Wipe the sweat,
Repose is served,

Finding relief,
A nightmare aloof,
Only to find,
It's about to come true.

Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2006
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