Dreaming Of The Nightmare Poem by Anthony Daniels

As I close my eyes to pray I continue to think will those things that go bump in the night come out to play.
I close my eyes solemnly hopeful to be at peace and dream of beautiful things while I sleep but the only continuous things roaming through my mind would give me the creeps.
This place keeps me bound within my own world I can't seem to get away, torment and despair wrestle in the pit of my soul is there anyway possible for me to repair what is broken so that it can once again become whole?
I pick and I pluck with no such luck just trapped in a vortex of hallways seemingly endless the nightmare I keep living seems to be growing more relentless.
I am stuck in a loop waking up from the dream into another harsher one the expression on my face just a blank empty stare, I dare say that I must be dreaming of the nightmare.